Res Lauren - belly Lyrics

Move with conviction, or shit, what you in it for?
Couple bitches think they lit
What's their inner-orbit?
What's a fix? What's a temple?
What's a forfeit?
44 flicker, what's a Ford to the formless?
Score 1 if you getting more shit sorted
Score 2 if you wind up at the source
3s come with ease, track the point 1 45
Patterns don't quit just cause you went to sleep
It's prolly many differences between you and me
But we're also more alike than you think, that is
If you ever woke up and wondered how it was a dream
Or set out to preserve anything that keeps you breathing
Breathe for a fee, for the seamless
Everything a paradox, not everybody eats
And everybody could, but not everybody cheats
Be it God, death, or triumph, I know every body weeps
Though it's often unseen as the common unknown
Some don't call it succeeding if it wasn't by the code
Or if it comes and it's fleeting
It comes and it goes
I'm just coping with the ebbs and the flows
In the throes of the wild
In the belly like a boat
Wish I could tell you everything that I know
Mmm
Around me, fables not playing out for the faint of heart
Fall to Earth, see the scorch
Or the brother, the scar
Reaching deeper than the skin, what's a slum to the cars
This the setup for the slashing of tires, tapped wires
Running opposite conglomerates
Ferocious as my Mars
When I'm stepping, know I'm cunning as the source
Moreover, what flesh made protectorate
Form make the rhetoric
Goals looking Everest from on the ground floor
I feel it in my belly, so before I make a corpse
Shit's bound to get heavy, won't require much force
Just a little push, big burning bush, burning core
Spirit gon' provide you with a sword fit for your grip
Quicker than the corn, and trimmer than the scorn
Set one foot forth, twice more toward the dawn
One foot forth, twice more toward the dawn
I like it

Move with conviction, or shit, what you in it for?
Couple bitches think they lit
What's their inner-orbit?
What's a fix? What's a temple?
What's a forfeit?
44 flicker, what's a Ford to the formless?
Score 1 if you getting more shit sorted
Score 2 if you wind up at the source
3s come with ease, track the point 1 45
Patterns don't quit just cause you went to sleep
It's prolly many differences between you and me
But we're also more alike than you think, that is
If you ever woke up and wondered how it was a dream
Or set out to preserve anything that keeps you breathing
Breathe for a fee, for the seamless
Everything a paradox, not everybody eats
And everybody could, but not everybody cheats
Be it God, death, or triumph, I know every body weeps
Though it's often unseen as the common unknown
Some don't call it succeeding if it wasn't by the code
Or if it comes and it's fleeting
It comes and it goes
I'm just coping with the ebbs and the flows
In the throes of the wild
In the belly like a boat
Wish I could tell you everything that I know
Mmm
Around me, fables not playing out for the faint of heart
Fall to Earth, see the scorch
Or the brother, the scar
Reaching deeper than the skin, what's a slum to the cars
This the setup for the slashing of tires, tapped wires
Running opposite conglomerates
Ferocious as my Mars
When I'm stepping, know I'm cunning as the source
Moreover, what flesh made protectorate
Form make the rhetoric
Goals looking Everest from on the ground floor
I feel it in my belly, so before I make a corpse
Shit's bound to get heavy, won't require much force
Just a little push, big burning bush, burning core
Spirit gon' provide you with a sword fit for your grip
Quicker than the corn, and trimmer than the scorn
Set one foot forth, twice more toward the dawn
One foot forth, twice more toward the dawn
I like it