Baobab

See what I can see, what I can see, more than any flashy cars I see
See what I can see, what I can see, living on the edge oh baby please

When I pull up in here it's murdering, got his girl with me like?
Q lined up for emergencies, man left no room for uncertainties
They say they will but I'm sure they won't
Had the chance, the door is closed
I pour a glass and raise a toast, power moves they say I'm ghost
Truth be told they lie a lot, sit at home and get high a lot
? tight you really fucked up now, they're doing life for a dialogue
Out here incurring all kind of costs, sat out burning that lighter up
Hour earning this life's screwed up,
we're forced to trade our time for crumbs
Family problems we're out of touch,
it's just me holding it down for us
Nowadays I don't miss you much but
if you phone me late I might pick it up
Little bros??
on the wing locked up, and I'm home alone tryna smile a lot
I'ont give a fuck
Yeah, yo
These days got me sitting on the edge
I been living like I'm dead, been a sinner for the wedge
Still swilling that dredge, voices spinning in my head
Living by a thread, claiming that? but everyone knows that's dread
Slinging that mess, feeling like a? but everyone knows that's dead
I wanna wake up in the morning feeling
like a million pounds, my city is down
Instead of just thinking it's hideous
maybe consider your vision, fuck sitting around
Fuck living on the defence,
fuck winning on a pretence, fuck giving on the cheapness
Fuck anybody tryna get a lock in on the freeness
fam I ain't hearing that weakness, recess

See what I can see, what I can see, more than any flashy cars I see
See what I can see, what I can see, living on the edge oh baby please

Take it all, take it in, take it all
Treat these orders like these borders, niggas we ain't taking more
Remember Sunday morning momma's floor tele-texting for scores
Fast forward some years I'm changing the score
Wondering why did Wycliffe split fire,
and why did Mitch have to die, and why did Rico conspire
I lost my trust in due time, and lost my young black spider
We're losing homes like losing mojo, I'm the black Mike Myers
All on my own tho,
these niggas think it's joke like satire, you must be loco
This game? once you play?
Don't take no photos I'm local, okay I'm loco
And once my bros home,
the things are flying out like flyers, you here me right
For? about my young Miss Ryder, she?
her snatch when he was inside, I kept my budge inside her
If she was more better looking, my homie that would be wife
If she was more into cooking, I'll call a pack it and rise,
Open your eyes and you might- see

Living is hell, but we living it well,
yeah we doing this good, like we never did fell
Never did books yeah maybe did crook, but I never would tell
What a terrible smell, I call bullshit to your credit oh well
Got a problem you can give me a bell, well
What is the meaning,
read between the lines between the legs
between the sheets between the demons ahh
What are you scheming, I see people without reason
I see things that I want but I don't need and I
proceed to receive them, no how for the breathing
Cus it's all tickets and bitches,
women with hitlists, tits so big it's ridiculous
Men on their business, the boys on their bullshit
Wonder who witness, twitching, living the mischief
Look in the distance,
there goes all that we're wishing for, look at it glistening corr

See what I can see, what I can see, more than any flashy cars I see
See what I can see, what I can see, living on the edge oh baby please

Hmm they know, I look young? and I'm play tho
You're chatting shit you can shove it in your cake
hole, behavioural I give in to your body like Play-Doh
Hmm hmm I'm no angel,
because I'm trapped in this body and it's painful
And when it's cold and you can't afford a
raincoat, and rainbows are coming out the arses of A-holes
So full of hate but my life ain't
great, 33 years so it's late to be changed
Stuck in my ways, that ain't up for debate
I don't date, I ain't setting up a time to be late
Just to cater to make up and say you look great
when you're old and you're fake and you're all a mistake
And you call everyday, now that's all I can take,
what a fate, to be setting up a life just to break
What a cold cold day,
see through the shit through these showboat frames
Feeling alone so I call cocaine,
friends swinging by when the coco came
So I stowed it away man I know no
shame, times getting hard gotta roll no strain
Gotta work fast cus the roles don't
change, work in the morning is oh so lame
What a messed up world, it's a cold cold day