Sylvan LaCue - Senzu (On A Sunday) lyrics

Krillin, still got one of those Senzu Beans?
Let me have one, ok

Tug a war with my higher
Self & the fallen Angel (yeah)
My triggers come from all angles (All angles)
I was taught to take pre-caution
Don’t talk unless it’s a trusted force
(yeah) what’s it to gain the whole
World & forsake the source?
(What's the point)
I got my shadow self locked in a figure four
My ego tripping balls
My soul want me to be the bigger boy
(Bigger boy)
Plants surrounding only real niggas
Can stand around me (yeah)
You talking slick only gеt you
Placed with a bounty
(Doot doot doot doot doot)
I’m from Dade that's a county
That you ain't gotta mention (Nah)
Don’t sleep on Broward thеm Zoe’s
Still walk with extensions ()
I got a habit I’m slow to
Talk but still quick to listen (yeah)
You pay attention & find
Who’s under suspicion (Woo)
As my subconscious thickens (yeah)
Lessons adapted couldn’t go against it
It would’ve been the end of friendships
(Would've been the end)
Enlightenment was a mistress that
Impeded my senses (yeah)
Couldn’t say no I was curious fuck
For convincing, Mmh i cross my heart as I
Beg for the lords' forgiveness
I don’t lost my discipline
I’m more tempted to serve a sentence
(Forgive me God) me & Biddy in the trenches
Plot revenge & vengeance (yeah)
This can’t be good for my spirit
I fought the kinship (Woo)
But shouts to Marciano (yeah)
I pop a bottle with
The good fellas instructing
Plans to follow over plates of tacos (yeah)
I ate too much and pulled a Mr socko (yeah)
Threw my belongings up
Was coughing up over oceans & palms & such
I got mistakes I’m taking to the grave ()
I was taught remain relaxed & paid ()
I took some L’s I went on jets & slayed
Distracted by the asses of thicker
Jawns on my sexcapades
Traveled round the world before thirty
I knew that I was worthy
Fucked me some Rihanna’s, Jeanette Mccurdys
It never served me
Told the lord I need more than patience
To deal with all these curvings (yeah)
Lusting for acceptance will leave you
Starving & keep you thirsty
Drinking from the fountain
Of misguided teachings (yeah)
Smoking blunts was how I opted grieving
Need higher realms when all these
Lows vibrations start impeding
Nigga I been nice since coke & blondes
Was how you found the weekend (yeah)
Young Sylvan hop on anything &
Move like Pistol Pete-ing (yeah)
I am versatile not 1 dimensional
That’s not my memo (yeah)
I’ma hop on trap beats & still
Kill these type of instrumentals, yeah
Water diet pissing every 30 minutes
Rest In Peace to Earl Simmons
Legends never die they transcend &
Keep the world spinning
Cocaina cream c250 with the pearl timings
(Skrrt) summer madness, Winter Sadness
I just need my girl in it
(I just need my girl in it)
Bitches flocking niggas stalking jealousy’s
Sucks teeth it ain’t bout how good you
Is it’s bout divine timing
True belief & trust in what's around you
In this prime climate king Sylvan
I address reciprocate as thy highness
Why try it
Air Force ones white than Don Imus juan G
Breaking cigars & toasting on water fronts
(yeah) giGi’s with some dark skinned models
Hoping I call they bluff
Keep the family close it’s imperative
Not to talk as much (yeah)
You know the feds tapping these rappers
The shit ain’t holding up
I know the tuff & the frail & the ones
Who keep the mills but characters in question
(yeah)
There’s a spectrum on what's deemed as real
Wisdom from your general
Ravenclaw what my house is
See you when I see you
If I see you, motherfucka'