(Knowing I love you)
That's the Haus money, mane
(Glass Bullet)
Baby doll
(Do it for the love!)
Oh, you blame it on me?
It's all good?
Pot bubbled up
Overflowed
On the stove
For the low
Who need the dope?
Back on the go
Had a moment to reload
Double barrel with the scope
I don't wanna miss
See, I'm aiming for a nigga goals
Skin with the glow
Walking out the fucking crib
Like I know I ain't the average Joe
Wait a second now
Needing me to settle down?
That I won't allow
Master of a sound
That I built
Cut from a different cloth from a different quilt
Needed the man, then I'm him
Greeted the demons of your past with a grin
Been running up ghost
Up close
Songs for the séance for dark souls
Oh!
Make it make sense
Been around a few years, skull taken dents
'Bout to get a tent
Off the grid, live hid
Let my beard grow unkempt
Been a bit depressed
Spending bread on the bullshit to keep y'all impressed
Hungry for a flex
Insecure in the core of my chest
Wallowed through a bunch of tests
Staring at impending death
Vultures waiting on a nigga flesh
Camping outside the set
Watching every move
Looking out for every single blink, every single breath
But I won't run from threats
You can be our guest
(Be our guest)
Fall or flight? What you think?
I tell ya, that kid's got moxie, ow!
Glass Bullet
Butterfly Haus
Yes, dear
I swear I love you so
(The architect)
I hope you know
