Fabrics

(album: Waking Up To Sirens - 2014)

While my grandmother's scarf comforts me
But you look ugly
And I ain't ever tripping 'bout the lack of company
Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably
Depressed through this dimension
And I think I failed to mention
That I feel like I been running outta seconds
Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface
Following my dreams feel like following my death wish

She said she know just how that stress gets
When you hungry and you just tryna eat breakfast and nobody feel your message feel
Good enough to wake up and then fall back to sleep
It's a bad car to go get involved in like half the shit that I see
Plus I feel happier in my dreams, right
I spit that shit that give the feeling of the seaside
Hungover in Pitts
But with the flick of the wrist
Yo I can kick shit like this
I be as good as it gets
Even through all my vices
My inner being Rastafarian
Always one-hunnid three times you'll get Spartacus
What's with all you knock-offs, and self-conscious narcissists?
Said I'm an artist bitch, do this shit so artifice
In it for the hardships the nonsense of reaping attention
Homie rolled up a blessing
We in a world with no exits
You gotta give me a second
Straighten up and get balanced
My homie flipped on a record
I beat it up ain't no challenge

I smoke that weed while my grandmother's scarf comforts me
But you look ugly
And I ain't ever tripping bout the lack of company
Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably
Depressed through this dimension
And I think I failed to mention
That I feel like I've been running outta seconds
Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface
Following my dreams (let's go) feel like following my death wish

Ayo, reach and you slip a backpedal
I do my homework blazed and gets A's I'm mad mellow
I hear the sad fellows get they fix when I spit
Like that sun up in the sky you must protect or you get hit
Sometimes life is full of shit too many damn to-do lists
But yo I learned if you ain't cooling you just being foolish
I used to think that I'ma die early, like mid-thirties
But fuck that I'ma rise early, and ride dirty
I reach the crucifix up to my lips and then I kiss it
I try to walk with God but got some holes up in my slippers
And so I keep on slipping
Get tangled in the mischief
So in a nutshell I'm just a sinner named Christian
But still they keep me spinning when they drinking on they lonely
High rolling like Jody, eyes open, got stolen by this music shit
And I don't think I'm coming back (what that is bro)
Everybody rocking plaid we look like lumberjacks (straight up), ayo

I smoke that weed while my grandmother's scarf comforts me
But you look ugly
And I ain't ever tripping bout the lack of company
Cause honestly I'm sitting here alone quite comfortably
Depressed through this dimension
And I think I failed to mention
That I feel like I've been running outta seconds
Nobody gave a forewarning nor a preface
Following my dreams feel like following my death wish

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Ayo, let it go
Damn, damn
Damn, yo
Damn