Ya Boi Content, Spitty - To The Light lyrics

Oh shit! I'm excited
To show you the latest cook up in the Stu
Got all types of styles and
Flavors coming for y'all toronto stand up
Vaughan, Mississauga,  Brampton

Here we go feet, don't fail me now
And if I ever start to bleed
Don't bail me out
I've gotten so deep in this game we 'bout
You can't save me now
And shit, that's the probably the problem
Super awkwardly I slalom through the
Obstacles we start in
No democracy when pockets deep
My common sense I bought 'em
Straight up prominence and ballin'
No discussion on how often
'Cause the way it's looking now
I stay rushin' y'all just stallin'

I stay rushin' y'all just stallin'
Steady Putin me to sleep
In the jungle with the lions
You just moving with the sheep
See the future through my Google Glass
Politicians grooming ass
Holy cash rolling back
Tesla got me zoomin' fast
Where on Earth we headed?
Where your head is what's the message
Swear they start the fire then go
Run off to the exit enter in the new regime
From the dirty to the clean
But the water that you sip is
Full of shit from Duty Creek

To the light we go, we go
End up in the in the night with all we know
Too much on my mind alone
But I keep on with the stride
'cause I got hope for us
To the light we go, we go
Caught up in the in the tide so far from home
Too much on my mind alone
Yet I keep on doing right 'cause
I got hope for us

How anyone gon' rest in peace when
Pieces pop off every night?
When rappers fall off every morning
Mourning over leaky Sprite?
I lead with right, then right my wrongs
I write my life into these songs
Then come with left I'm cutting
Flesh to come up, you won't see me gone

We be the random tandem
We hold no beat for ransom
We fathom platinum status, madam
When we split like atoms
So shit let's get back at 'em
For every hater laughing no wasting pacing
Tasting placement with the greats who rapping

I got that partisan in my
Pocket till I'm dead
Wait, I got the party Xan till
I pop it then I'm dead

Guess the populous is fed strictly
Diets made of bread
Need binoculars to shed that gluten
Free must be our head

I been eating money, burning papers
Puking product so consumed by what is new
That's the power of the dollar

All I need is some expression
Though I need to realize
That it's all in our perception
That's the power of the mind