lil kyo XR, Always P, Brandon Cordes - tape stop. candles Lyrics

Okay, I think this is recording
It's not
It's not that far from the street though
It looks like, you know?
I don't know which way it is
And that's the field
(I'll just)
Phone call, phone call, I pick up
Hesitation on the other end, I fix up
My voice, to say hello
Is this a mix up
My ride outside, fuck, you need to blimp up
I got finals in a hour, I can't miss them
Heavy silence fill the air before my caller speak
Hey son, it's kay, you know I hope you feeling peace
I laugh and say, kay, why you scaring me?
It's nine in the morning, I ain't even eat
Sudden pause
Something's wrong with your mother
I ask what
Said your mother's in a coma
Tape stop
Tape stop
It's your birthday, mama I ain't coming home
Get them candles lit
I can see your lights from down the road
Down the road quick
Cornbeef in the oven about to burn
Bout to burn
I don't understand, mama, I'm down to learn
Let me learn
Tell me, mama, why am I alone
Am I by myself
I wrapped up your cake with a gift, left it on the shelf
Mama, I thought you was coming home
Step my knowledge up
Papa, I ain't ever coming home till my dollars up
I fuck up the game, true the name
Wake the doctor up
They sleep on me crazy
I can't trust them to not fuck it up
I can't trust the world to see the pain
That's just not the plan
I can't trust no girl to be a woman if I'm not a man
I can't trust nobody
Not a soul, that's not the plan
They only see me as entertainment
I be bout my bands
Ask me if I'm down to crunch some numbers
I ain't bout it, fan
Be down to dish it
Out the flesh
I be bout my hand
Walking round the cut without a plan
Catch a Bobby flay
I be like the keeper to my mans
We show out nah'm saying
Pain is just a tool
So relax, grip and find your aim
I'm just tryna celebrate the name
Mama told me straight
We all go through something
No assumptions
That's what's in the grain
I was down a buck but now I'm fine
With these better things
I'm just tryna put on for the 5
They want bring me shame
They gon be a buck more than surprised
When they hear the name
I ain't for the
He said, she said
We don't need new problems up in here
Fuck that weak shit
If you got something that I could feel
Let me cheech that
You got something you wanna let me
Know get your teach back
Get a piece
Speak that clean stats
Girl look at my numbers
Stevie Wonder, where them keys at
I ain't mean to jet I prolly left them
Where them cheeks at
She know I'll be back
Cuz I was plottin on a re up
Bitch I don't read lips and
You know
This is the reason why things didn't work out because of me
This is why
But in other stuff, I'm just, like crying
But I don't say why I'm crying
So, this one, this one tears me up
Yo, I deadass like was listening to like one of the final mixes earlier today
Mixing it down and bro

Okay, I think this is recording
It's not
It's not that far from the street though
It looks like, you know?
I don't know which way it is
And that's the field
(I'll just)
Phone call, phone call, I pick up
Hesitation on the other end, I fix up
My voice, to say hello
Is this a mix up
My ride outside, fuck, you need to blimp up
I got finals in a hour, I can't miss them
Heavy silence fill the air before my caller speak
Hey son, it's kay, you know I hope you feeling peace
I laugh and say, kay, why you scaring me?
It's nine in the morning, I ain't even eat
Sudden pause
Something's wrong with your mother
I ask what
Said your mother's in a coma
Tape stop
Tape stop
It's your birthday, mama I ain't coming home
Get them candles lit
I can see your lights from down the road
Down the road quick
Cornbeef in the oven about to burn
Bout to burn
I don't understand, mama, I'm down to learn
Let me learn
Tell me, mama, why am I alone
Am I by myself
I wrapped up your cake with a gift, left it on the shelf
Mama, I thought you was coming home
Step my knowledge up
Papa, I ain't ever coming home till my dollars up
I fuck up the game, true the name
Wake the doctor up
They sleep on me crazy
I can't trust them to not fuck it up
I can't trust the world to see the pain
That's just not the plan
I can't trust no girl to be a woman if I'm not a man
I can't trust nobody
Not a soul, that's not the plan
They only see me as entertainment
I be bout my bands
Ask me if I'm down to crunch some numbers
I ain't bout it, fan
Be down to dish it
Out the flesh
I be bout my hand
Walking round the cut without a plan
Catch a Bobby flay
I be like the keeper to my mans
We show out nah'm saying
Pain is just a tool
So relax, grip and find your aim
I'm just tryna celebrate the name
Mama told me straight
We all go through something
No assumptions
That's what's in the grain
I was down a buck but now I'm fine
With these better things
I'm just tryna put on for the 5
They want bring me shame
They gon be a buck more than surprised
When they hear the name
I ain't for the
He said, she said
We don't need new problems up in here
Fuck that weak shit
If you got something that I could feel
Let me cheech that
You got something you wanna let me
Know get your teach back
Get a piece
Speak that clean stats
Girl look at my numbers
Stevie Wonder, where them keys at
I ain't mean to jet I prolly left them
Where them cheeks at
She know I'll be back
Cuz I was plottin on a re up
Bitch I don't read lips and
You know
This is the reason why things didn't work out because of me
This is why
But in other stuff, I'm just, like crying
But I don't say why I'm crying
So, this one, this one tears me up
Yo, I deadass like was listening to like one of the final mixes earlier today
Mixing it down and bro