Solace, Happiest Kid in the World, Andre Loot - 10 O'Clock News Lyrics

Bars too warm, too dirty like your underarms
Too real, that's why you can't figure the type of front I'm on
You will be shocked, better approach me with no metal on
And get alarmed, you might get popped like kettle corn
How he write in such a super fashion?
It's not the New York accent, it's the black angst
Still got love for dim rainy days, and hazy J's
Other local rappers tend to stray away, they afraid
While their girls save my number for later like layaway
And this world keeps going under as greater days decay away
I'mma be at my zone with my own squad
Hit my iPhone, if I don't drop at least once this season

Hit my Iphone, if i don't drop at least once
If i do, don't hit me up like "how are you doing?"
'Cause the music be what I'm going through
Check the news

Got me walking wilder than I used to
Scared to get tomorrow, spend watch on Blue's Clues, aye
Getting lost on the pavement, hearing crews cruise
Stayed under the flower til ideas get loose-loose
Why I can't have no fun with this?
Been scared most of my life, this ain't no funny bits. Light!
I see music at midnight, the thrill of flowing through the body
This what people think could be godlike

If that boy be really conscious, what do you think god likes?
Do he like his bitches cheap? Take a J before he sleep?
I think I thank god, and I think god is in everyone
On some spiritual-energy level, son

I think god is in everyone
On some spiritual-energy level, son
Son
Sun
Moon
Dawn

(It's 10 PM, do you know where your children are?)