Zimby - White T (Interlude) Lyrics

Guess this a whole ass thing
Honing my perspective
Young bird flying made it home without directions
Ima flip that script give em lines at my discretion
And when they get to pictures ima pull up just to present
I'm feeling good kids ballin
See that love for once it aint just talkin
Plenty of mistakes spent this whole year stalling
Took some lines from the breaks now we just can't stop it
So why jump ship
Changing places keeping faces 'cept the munchkins
calling on my line talking biz just tryna suction
Swear my shit stink still these chums they wanna butt kiss
Ima keep it straight give em nothing fuckin bupkis
Childs play to tough shit
Made it underground on some Harriet Tubman
Rhymes miss muffet
Birdies from the rough hits
I'd thank god
But the best it yet to come still
So I
Sing
Been believing this since recess
It's beneath me just to tease it
Called a misfit for a reason
I got demons tryna stall em
I got problems I got feelings
I got chicks up in the back who still cant see the way I'm steering
What I say
Gun change the game
I Stayed beltin out hits thru a rain delay
Keep my wrist on 10 drop the top and play
Mountain tops to plains
Not a cop today

Been here building for a while with a smile be the same
If you could see the way I see
Airlines racking up miles sitting back on the aisle sippin bottles of that high-C
Maybe I'll slip one day but until things change
All my problems stay behind me
Baby we ain't got much time
So I need you in nothin nothin nothin but that white T
Girl

Stretch it like play-doh
I fill the tank get to shipping like I'm Bezos
All these spanish women get to kissin call it besos
Money don't faze me
Stack it like I'm Banks tho
Turnt on the today show
Hope I can last till the best of this
Pushing through the gates like a damn insurrection shit
Tryna leave a bill for the fam and the next of kin
Strechin it, testin it, then pull up to the festival

Been here building for a while with a smile be the same
if you could see the way I see
Airlines racking up miles sitting back on the aisle sippin bottles of that high-C
Maybe I'll slip one day but until things change
All my problems stay behind me
Baby we ain't got much time
So I need you in nothin nothin nothin but that white T
Girl