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The Fog

 

The Fog

(Album: Father Figure 3: Somewhere Out There - 2019)


I move through the valley lows
See mountains high as my hopes
It's crazy, I stay afloat
Still float through these clouds alone
Get lost in the haziness, demons rush me
Anxiousness, it's crazy shit, when I walk through the fog

Spend your whole life searching for what you already have
Some think they'll find it in a bag of cash, or wedding rings
Or the expensive things that they dangle front us
That's why we sacrifice the ones that's down off of the come up
But get your bread up, promise follow and always spread love
And keep your head up when you walk through the fog

Drifting, slowly
As I'm
Falling through these clouds again
(Falling through these clouds)

I move through the valley lows
See mountains high as my hopes
It's crazy, I stay afloat
Still float through these clouds alone
Get lost in the haziness, demons rush me
Anxiousness, it's crazy shit, when I walk through the fog

Ayy, walk through the fog like bay weather
Still undefeated like Mayweather
I know I'm doing it right
The universe sending me signs in bold letters
I see the writing on the wall
Went to Europe put the writing on the wall
I remember back when I was playing ball
I ain't really wanna do that shit at all
But I stuck it out, mama ain't raise no quitter
My papa ain't raise no sucka
You let her free blessin's slip through your fingers
You look like a dumb mufucka
Not me, now we in NY, take a Uber to Harlem to get us a chopped cheese
Crazy this last year, travel whole globe, still feel like I'm not free
Why is that? (Why is that?)
'Cause when it's in your head you can't run from it
Hard to clean the dirt when you come from it
Why they ask for the truth
And then get they feelin's hurt when you keep it 100?
Niggas swear that they worth way more than they worth
Until they get stunted on
I remember getting fronted on
Now I'm big boss like Pop's was
I shoulda been dead or locked up
Clean as a whistle but they still see me as criminal, yeah
So with one middle finger up and the other on my genitals

I move through the valley lows
See mountains high as my hopes
It's crazy, I stay afloat
Still float through these clouds alone
Get lost in the haziness, demons rush me
Anxiousness, crazy shit, when I walk through the fog

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