Charles Hamilton - Balance Inquiry lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - Balance Inquiry lyrics]
There was a genie at the
Bottom of a Henny bottle
I followed that model i
Swallowed and I swaddled
Until I could no longer follow
She granted me wishes:
A family, anarchy from these
Bitches and, DAMN
These riches and I had to choose the wishes
That I would live with the rules
And the dishes that I was
Hiding from my mama when I
Broke in the kitchen the
Dope that I'm hitting didn't have me
Quoting and listening so I
Just want to move to the
Groove while you're listening
Hoping this shit is dope
You got to be amazed the prophecy is
Not to be sold not even
To be put on the stove and
Distributed it to the block
While niggas just listen to
Hot shit what's hot
Isn't gossip what's hot is what I
Live with non-stop with a pilot driving
My fitted into the sky
And above it i gotta love it somehow it's
Not a budget a lot of love given but I am
Not tolerating nothing wack i
Put up with all
Because I don't know who fucks
With it at all so
I'm stuck like a face up against the wall
I've been discouraged, malnourished, pure as
I can get not girl-ing
On top of the world and
It's swirling my curls have been cut kind of
Like my girlfriend when I'm not around
By herself i've got to clown
I've cause a deep inflection
A depression i need this to be a
Lesson either that or I need to
Stop receiving my stress as
A blessing regardless, i got
To live even if I can spit hot
Hip-Hop isn't as positive as what I give
Bottom of a Henny bottle
I followed that model i
Swallowed and I swaddled
Until I could no longer follow
She granted me wishes:
A family, anarchy from these
Bitches and, DAMN
These riches and I had to choose the wishes
That I would live with the rules
And the dishes that I was
Hiding from my mama when I
Broke in the kitchen the
Dope that I'm hitting didn't have me
Quoting and listening so I
Just want to move to the
Groove while you're listening
Hoping this shit is dope
You got to be amazed the prophecy is
Not to be sold not even
To be put on the stove and
Distributed it to the block
While niggas just listen to
Hot shit what's hot
Isn't gossip what's hot is what I
Live with non-stop with a pilot driving
My fitted into the sky
And above it i gotta love it somehow it's
Not a budget a lot of love given but I am
Not tolerating nothing wack i
Put up with all
Because I don't know who fucks
With it at all so
I'm stuck like a face up against the wall
I've been discouraged, malnourished, pure as
I can get not girl-ing
On top of the world and
It's swirling my curls have been cut kind of
Like my girlfriend when I'm not around
By herself i've got to clown
I've cause a deep inflection
A depression i need this to be a
Lesson either that or I need to
Stop receiving my stress as
A blessing regardless, i got
To live even if I can spit hot
Hip-Hop isn't as positive as what I give