Lyrics:

Yo, I soar, I fly, I have wings, but they come from my father, who I ain’t always like, but I ain’t shit without him regardless, so it’s tricky, I’m blessed though.

I’ve been packin’ more dope shit that you lackin’ for. Better or worse, with each letter in verse. I’m stackin’ pure euphoria, my shit lit and glorious. They be like, you soarin’ bruh? Hell yeah, victorious. And we thought we was brought down by the gravity. The land of shot down, I stand a calamity. Family, they do believe in me. But couldn’t even see me up here, a deity. Well, I swell the bass, tell my place of where I be. A Hype he may type a fiction with amazing diction. And if it raising friction, just don’t bother. I’m here to spit a rhyme, clear? My father, isn’t eye to eye with me, but fuck it I’ll not shove. The love he got of me, I see a spot I’ve. Wanted to reach, and when he try to teach other, wise to the guys being me and my brother. I’ve said I’ve been held back, that was wrong. Strive did that, rather lack, I gather wack long. Sitting by, permitting my worries to dominate. Not soaring, man fuck that snoring I was doing, I’m great. C’mon mate, let get to it. I blew it, sure! That was the past, my last fear. Let it stay ya last fear, this vast year could be the one. Could? Would? Should? Fuck it let’s be done. It is cause get this, we was letting mind control. Be taken, let’s awaken, get out the bind and stand and stroll. Walk the narrow path, a legend like a pharoah, half at least laugh, too bad, it’s they gaffe. They wrath is to miss as they diss on ya graph. Where dope intersect with hope, enter checked. Math, yeah I am a damn superstar. A fucking strucken gold dude, wanna hate ya old rude. Fucker, mane get wit’ the time. Shit, it sound like my father who bound to chime. In as if I sin, I been a whiff to him, same cycle, game psycho, on a whim I then. Lash out, but fuck that shitty bash ‘bout. Let me set the differences aside, no fight smash ‘pout. This is my dad, he had and glad he still does. What’s best for his sons even if it cost him tons. He gave me wings so I save these things that I adore. Of the man, now like a dove I can with my mic soar.

Yeah, straight from the heart. Wings From A Complicated Father.

Wings From A Complicated Father (Prod. Thommo)

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