Songtext von Mossblerd

Genres keep us in our boxes Keep us from our commas Keep us niggas hopeless Keep us from our options Let a nigga springboard Let a God’s wing’s burn If I can’t play the beacon I'ma bring the mossblerd I been sleeping standing, transfiguration Pull up on these white folks Park slope abandoned Used to hate my body They tried to kill my spirit I aint air the club out, but my brother did it He did 12 in county Might as well be quintin', bred in hidden valley I just seen his son out, mixing beats on Insta He don’t know no better He just getting fucked up off the these genres Keep us in our boxes Keep us all from commas Keep us niggas hopeless Keep us from our options Let a nigga springboard Let a God’s wing’s burn If I can’t play the beacon I'ma bring the mossblerd