Broken tvs
Stained glass
Perfect imperfection
Opalescent
What it looks like thru this lenses
Tell em the vision a1
Though the vision at stake
Whats in its place
Weed plant based meals
Wild ideas
Nothing panning still
Still jumping to conclusions
Why I put you thru this
But you understand I'm getting thru this
How do I thru to em
Pop out fly though the in feel
Not much like the outside
Can't outcry from the corner of my mind
Misinterpreting my message
Push pull it's all perception
Golden lessons
Don't judge a book by its cover
Doesn't cover complexion
Double standards within the history
Rigged system
But if it don't have nothing to do with them
You don't really get it.
Since sixteen candles
Physical form
I peep the bigger picture
Talk to god
He said you one of us
You ain't no runner up
Summer we can run it up
Your time ain't coming up
You ain't did enough
Umm need y'all to stop flanking
So mama know I made it
Sunday dinner meet at big mamas who want this cook up
Same little nigga boogers on the cuffs
Now look
Member they overlooked
Now they shook
Now we overbooked
This what's at stake
When you pan and they over cooked
This the flow they understood
That undercooked
Notebooks full of broken rules
Sketchbooks of streams better than tv
Still dream full hd
Wake up wish I could see me
So I ain't watching till they can see me
All them jewels can't match this energy
What's an enemy
Kin to me cut ties
Jumping to the same conclusion differently
Yo Daddy Doe - YDD Lyrics
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Broken tvs
Stained glass
Perfect imperfection
Opalescent
What it looks like thru this lenses
Tell em the vision a1
Though the vision at stake
Whats in its place
Weed plant based meals
Wild ideas
Nothing panning still
Still jumping to conclusions
Why I put you thru this
But you understand I'm getting thru this
How do I thru to em
Pop out fly though the in feel
Not much like the outside
Can't outcry from the corner of my mind
Misinterpreting my message
Push pull it's all perception
Golden lessons
Don't judge a book by its cover
Doesn't cover complexion
Double standards within the history
Rigged system
But if it don't have nothing to do with them
You don't really get it.
Since sixteen candles
Physical form
I peep the bigger picture
Talk to god
He said you one of us
You ain't no runner up
Summer we can run it up
Your time ain't coming up
You ain't did enough
Umm need y'all to stop flanking
So mama know I made it
Sunday dinner meet at big mamas who want this cook up
Same little nigga boogers on the cuffs
Now look
Member they overlooked
Now they shook
Now we overbooked
This what's at stake
When you pan and they over cooked
This the flow they understood
That undercooked
Notebooks full of broken rules
Sketchbooks of streams better than tv
Still dream full hd
Wake up wish I could see me
So I ain't watching till they can see me
All them jewels can't match this energy
What's an enemy
Kin to me cut ties
Jumping to the same conclusion differently
Stained glass
Perfect imperfection
Opalescent
What it looks like thru this lenses
Tell em the vision a1
Though the vision at stake
Whats in its place
Weed plant based meals
Wild ideas
Nothing panning still
Still jumping to conclusions
Why I put you thru this
But you understand I'm getting thru this
How do I thru to em
Pop out fly though the in feel
Not much like the outside
Can't outcry from the corner of my mind
Misinterpreting my message
Push pull it's all perception
Golden lessons
Don't judge a book by its cover
Doesn't cover complexion
Double standards within the history
Rigged system
But if it don't have nothing to do with them
You don't really get it.
Since sixteen candles
Physical form
I peep the bigger picture
Talk to god
He said you one of us
You ain't no runner up
Summer we can run it up
Your time ain't coming up
You ain't did enough
Umm need y'all to stop flanking
So mama know I made it
Sunday dinner meet at big mamas who want this cook up
Same little nigga boogers on the cuffs
Now look
Member they overlooked
Now they shook
Now we overbooked
This what's at stake
When you pan and they over cooked
This the flow they understood
That undercooked
Notebooks full of broken rules
Sketchbooks of streams better than tv
Still dream full hd
Wake up wish I could see me
So I ain't watching till they can see me
All them jewels can't match this energy
What's an enemy
Kin to me cut ties
Jumping to the same conclusion differently
Writer: Derek Craig
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave