Xampleuno - Honeyjack! Lyrics

Yea
Late mornings
Wait
Get this tall grass out my face to state the obvious
I'm more than fond to this, I levitate with ambience
Classic ain't my style, but I'm clueless when we talking fashion
Don't wear designer brands, but I ain't saying that won't happen
Like if somebody told me flex out yo cash, I'd ask em' where it at
Next to all my plaques in the back
Yes, I'm aware of what I don't have
And aware of what I do
I'm an artist with a handful of dreams
That will come true
While I be sipping on my mug, I must be looking like a rug
See
I been grouped to being underground, but wanna go up
And grow
Grazing the petals under the sun
With limit-full fields
Flashing lights will make my eyes get crushed
Never plush
Always cut
Sharper end
To the tip, from the handle
Always on my shit, but like my eggs, I get scrambled
Filling up my plate, so the fam can eat properly
Making sure they never look for pennies in they property
Digging under
I got the thunder in my breath
Well won't you blame it on em'
Wouldn't let em' think of me then
Cause I stay
Diggin under
Got the thunder in my breath
Well won't you blame it on em'
Wouldn't let em' think of
Mhm
Matter of fact, I won't lack
Get my bags, get my tags
Get the cash out my tracks
Don't look back
Must I rack all the bands
Must I face all the stands
Must I
Uh
Must I
Uh
Must I
Uh
Must I
Uh
Will I end up dropping out
Face the fear
Face the drought
Leave the fans
Where they stand
Make the sky grab my hands
I repent
All the doubt
Face the fear
Face the drought
Face the years that I'll spend
I will lend through my hands
What I feel
What I see
What I know
Who I'll be
They won't know
In the end
They won't know
Where's my end
Oh where's my end
Like my pen
Switching lands
In my hands
Is this right
Is this wrong
Will I curse
Every wrong
Well who knows

Yea
Late mornings
Wait
Get this tall grass out my face to state the obvious
I'm more than fond to this, I levitate with ambience
Classic ain't my style, but I'm clueless when we talking fashion
Don't wear designer brands, but I ain't saying that won't happen
Like if somebody told me flex out yo cash, I'd ask em' where it at
Next to all my plaques in the back
Yes, I'm aware of what I don't have
And aware of what I do
I'm an artist with a handful of dreams
That will come true
While I be sipping on my mug, I must be looking like a rug
See
I been grouped to being underground, but wanna go up
And grow
Grazing the petals under the sun
With limit-full fields
Flashing lights will make my eyes get crushed
Never plush
Always cut
Sharper end
To the tip, from the handle
Always on my shit, but like my eggs, I get scrambled
Filling up my plate, so the fam can eat properly
Making sure they never look for pennies in they property
Digging under
I got the thunder in my breath
Well won't you blame it on em'
Wouldn't let em' think of me then
Cause I stay
Diggin under
Got the thunder in my breath
Well won't you blame it on em'
Wouldn't let em' think of
Mhm
Matter of fact, I won't lack
Get my bags, get my tags
Get the cash out my tracks
Don't look back
Must I rack all the bands
Must I face all the stands
Must I
Uh
Must I
Uh
Must I
Uh
Must I
Uh
Will I end up dropping out
Face the fear
Face the drought
Leave the fans
Where they stand
Make the sky grab my hands
I repent
All the doubt
Face the fear
Face the drought
Face the years that I'll spend
I will lend through my hands
What I feel
What I see
What I know
Who I'll be
They won't know
In the end
They won't know
Where's my end
Oh where's my end
Like my pen
Switching lands
In my hands
Is this right
Is this wrong
Will I curse
Every wrong
Well who knows