Testo Clouded - Control
Testo della canzone Clouded (Control), tratta dall'album Clouded
Lost in my visions I pray for prosperity
My two cent pieces case of non-parity
I drown my thoughts in clouds avoid clarity
I wash away thoughts to a state that I can bare to be
Assertive beast of burden I carry lack of refraining
If you heard a verse I made then refer to it in verbatim
I reject petty attempts to disdain
Switch lanes shit changes when you miss brakes
Buzz you make ain't even my base line
You mince your words I prefer to baste mine
Take time move smooth do my due diligence
Exude eminence with imminence
Lose innocence to choose new routes pursuing truth within
If I turn a new leaf are the roots new again?
Anxiety bangs quietly again
As it knocks at my conscience from under my skin
So when I'm breathless
Clouds inhale the storm a cold respite
Or respite from the terrain of fresh ice
That'll freeze over bridges formed in friends eyes
Hard to feel love surrounded by spite
Question intentions enticed by my hype
I don't gotta spell it out everytime I write
Because you're witnessing a king in your line of sight
I see the rhythm in the sky see the vision in your eyes
Shifting through the wisdom this division they despise
Real recognise real the collision of the minds
A decision that was critical with times
Niggas pitiful with rhymes
Yeah everything minimal cynical
Send a cool nigga in the lou
To stop the music like a interlude
Interview enter to slide like the ice
Third eye like the most high high in my sight
It the highest the highest title numero uno
Lyrical sumo nigga you know I'm a ferrari you a yugo
I'm a boss like I'm hugo
Where I go only few go every to-mo
A new flow I do grow
I'm too cold a new glow
Flip the switch a new mode and you fold
Under the pressure that I'm pressing depressing you peasants
Nothing less than a blessing left if you question the essence
Man I step in repping my section perfecting my record
Chick-a check-it the lyrical weapon and spiritual deity
Empirical data with imperial king in me
I just wanna shut the fuck up and let the girl in the back of the track sing to me
King
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Writer(s): Carlos Coleman
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