K.U.B. - Strange Daze

I'll let Chelsea know I put her as a reference
Yeah that's good
She'll probably be very excited
And looking forward to that opportunity
You feel me babe
Yeah
Uh
This beat so unorthodox, yeah
I don't want beef, nor the ox
Yeah
I take my beats and grab the aux
Yeah
Move my mouth in a pattern
Make it a habit
Move like a rabbit, very quick
I had to
Take it right back to being pacifistic
Really past the fisting
Really sick of all that
Tongue lifting
They be so gifted
But they
I feel like they forget it
They just miss it
It's slipping away
I'm dripping today
Told you that I was different today
I came with a mission
Came with a vision
Now I'm making it happen
I caught you camping
Shut up
Sniped him with my eyes blind
Look how that happened
New accounts everyday
Way new shit to say
I don't think I could pay for
All the shit that I did back in the day but
That's okay
Yeah that's okay
I think it's a third eye, but
I saw pictures and portraits and
Colors that I had never seen before
That shit had got me bleeding slow
That shit has got me needing more
Or fiending more, like
I see a open door
That just means I need to go
Put my feet on things that I ain't seen before
Why do all the good ones
Keep on dying
Keep on crying, trying
'Til we get to
Get higher than the sky and
Ask if why is the right question
To get to the reason why
I think that sometimes
The future makes me sigh
Slow it down
Go back in time go back in time
If we use the chains that hold us down
To uplift us
As long as we keep finding
All the ways that we are gifted
And never let them
Point out different things that make us different
Then we could have the
Life that they had said that they was living
Know that sometimes all this shit
Could act like we still in the cribbage
Acting like we don't get dinner
Acting like we get forgotten
Acting like we
We built this shit and made it ours
And it's way past hard
This shit's impossible
These isn't obstacles
This is a life not constructed for us
So therefore
Therefore therefore therefore
Therefore therefore
I said I'm cold as the fridge
This is as cold as it gets
This is as big as
Swoleness could get
This is the type of sickness
When you smell it could make you wretch
The type of music in your head
But hit you in your stomach
Give you ulcers
So dependent on the shit that
I put from the speaker
For you just to leave on
And lean on and knead on
Type of shit to put my feet on then leave on
Be so discrete on
Never need on no one that's asking
For second handouts
Remember what we had came for
Not was playin' 'bout
Took a lot of routes
But took the sacred one
Still having hella fun
'Til the day is done

Written by:
Kaleb Stevens

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