Curtains

作词 : Cory Henry/Ahmanti Booker/Christopher Smith Jr./Michael Neil

作曲 : Cory Henry/Ahmanti Booker/Christopher Smith Jr./Michael Neil

6 AM the sun comin' up, you know what I'm sayin'?

Shit , now what I'm sayin'? I can't lie to y'all niggas

I got to tell y'all, you know what I'm sayin'? The real, you know?

Yeah, uh

Say this shit in my falsetto, but, I'm speakin' truth

God lowkey in the bravado (Uh)

My body the booth

Show me the way and be clear only way to see through (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

'Cause we hardly scratching the surface I'm positive

Don't need a dermatologist, I got this

That got me goin', **** is we goin'? (Yeah)

Baby, blindfold, and point

Reach for the stars (Yeah), but don't reach for my guys

I'm facin' the facts, nigga we black, so, we blackin' out

Like curtains for certain, I check my account

Buy my grand-daddy house, and passin' it down

Put that shit in rotation, catchin' contact from this high

(I'm talkin' fifty 'leven years after we done even smoked out this ride)

Put that shit in rotation, catchin' contact from this high

(I'm talkin' fifty 'leven years after we done even smoked out this ride)

Gang, yeah

This that rigatoni past, I put everythin' in this

Put canaries on my wrist

So they can sing about me while the world around me drownin'

I was fried like a fish

Weighed it on my scale, and well it wasn't worth the wait heavy on the bullshit

Talkin' karate 'bout me I just chuckle at the nunchuck, you dumb ****s lucky

I bought the big ol' body with the pretty wheels

Riding with the ones from when it was ugly

Shawty jawbone so strong

I can give her now or later

She'll blow a bubble

No, we do not run nor pop gums

Nigga trident, and we blow his (Pop)

Say this shit in my falsetto, but, I'm speakin' truth

God lowkey in the bravado (Uh)

My body the booth

Show me the way and be clear only way to see through (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

We hardly scratching the surface I'm positive

Don't need a dermatologist, I got this

That got me goin', **** is we goin'? (Yeah)

Baby, blindfold, and point

Reach for the stars (Yeah), but don't reach for my guys

I'm facin' the facts, nigga we black, so, we blackin' out

Like curtains for certain, I check my account (Yeah)

Buy my grand-daddy house, and passin' it down

Put that shit in rotation, catchin' contact from this high

(I'm talkin' fifty 'leven years after we done even smoked out this ride)

Put that shit in rotation, catchin' contact from this high

(I'm talkin' fifty 'leven years after we done even smoked out this ride)

Uh

If Amiri redid the American flag (What?)

It still wouldn't swag

Still feel like they holding that shit over our head (I do)

Whenever it wag

Okay, **** out your feelings, and get you some bread (Go get it)

Goin' through Hell-meant hittin' my head

Somehow, them knots manifested to knots in my pockets and knots on the bowtie pasta at Issima

Bon Appetit with my partners

The people come greet me, my eyes on Konnichiwa

Tribe on go and we keep Tiki 'round for any of the tweaky ones

Young globetrotter, how the **** y'all people know me out in Incheon?

Ordained orchestrator runnin' with the bands

Nigga feel like Dr. Lee or somethin'

Been a while, really been a while

I just needed time just to s-s-s-slow it down

I been trying time for my m-m-mind

In my mind, oh mama, oh my God (God)

You don't know what it been like

I was cheering for myself on the damn sidelines (Go, Chris)

Inside

Always, snside

And these peanut butter seats

Ooh, you mother****in' right

Say this shit in my falsetto, but, I'm speakin' truth

God lowkey in the bravado (Uh)

My body the booth

Show me the way and be clear only way to see through (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

We hardly scratching the surface I'm positive

Don't need a dermatologist, I got this

That got me goin', **** is we goin'? (Yeah)

Baby, blindfold and point

Reach for the stars (Yeah), but don't reach for my guys

I'm facin' the facts, nigga we black (Yeah), so, we blackin' out

Like curtains for certain, I check my account (Yeah)

Buy my grand-daddy house, and passin' it down

Say this shit in my falsetto, but, I'm speakin' truth

God lowkey in the bravado (Uh)

My body the booth

Show me the way and be clear only way to see through (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

We hardly scratching the surface I'm positive

Don't need a dermatologist, I got this

That got me goin', **** is we goin'? (Yeah)

Baby, blindfold and point

Reach for the stars (Yeah), but don't reach for my guys

I'm facin' the facts, nigga we black (Yeah), so, we blackin' out

Like curtains for certain, I check my account (Yeah)

Buy my grand-daddy house, and passin' it down

And one, one, there's one thing about your performance that I've always been admirin'

You engage with people

You move them

You direct them

You know what I mean? Yeah

They hear you, and they move with you

You know what I mean?

See what I mean

And, and, it's just like, this boy -- and excuse me for calling you boy

Forever

But, it's like E-F, he have, he’s got that aura about him that he can take people places

Okay y'all, my lil' cousin gon' sing this next song

I get my fruit from the source

My answers from the master who guides my spirit

I get my fruit from the source

Answers from the masters Who guides all my ways

I been on my way

I been on my way, love

On my way (Way there I been on my way there)

I been on my way (Mhm)

I been on my way