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Billy Woods
Featuring(s) : AKAI SOLO & Fielded
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[AKAI SOLO] Yo, yo Whenever snow falls, I think about the first time I saw it Was my jaw, dog, tooth and nail to the floor? Unable to recall, [?] of my past scattered Simpler, blissfully foolish times Before rhymes had a reason to get written The full expression had me smitten, we was in the staircase Found [?] catching up to the wolf A beauty in his functionality Sought truly like Will His intel opens doors better than your copy of the key Torn like mothers afterwards, post-partum These streets grisly, bare with us That's that cold play Man, stick a spoon in your dog, now they Yoplait Thе way I skillet crews and form my own way Witty with the raps, thеy wonder, will he pop? Solo type wavy though, so why will he not? Ill inquiry, I'll ask him Reserve [?] seats at center stage [?] answers I'ma dodger dodging as soon as I out flow No need to pretty please me for no resistance Small talk distract many Gs Like legalese and religious lectures First quarter weather, material pleasures I receive the haze, eager to see if it will cease and desist minds Anything with thoughts, cerebral life Aiming to convey clearer Fiendish for focusing hopes I always did focus [?] your house Whenever the snow falls, I wonder where those feelings went The amazement and innocence Smothered by lies I told myself True staff, trial and error rather than mentor I knew better way quicker Eighty-eight keys I played the piece till it fell to pieces Chasing ghosts, chasing ghosts Eighty-eight keys I played the piece till it fell to pieces Dashed her hopes, dashed her hopes Eighty-eight keys I played the piece till it fell to pieces Chasing ghosts, chasing ghosts Eighty-eight keys I played the piece till it fell to pieces Dashed her hopes, dashed her hopes [billy woods] Always late for lessons, it's a lifelong trait She could tell I was guessing, I'm mostly still guessing today Stretching, could never really find my place Pressing (Always pressing), disappointment etched every line in her face Every wiry gray, still disappointed today "Piano hands," she used to say, "what a waste" Sunday was Amadeus' 28th, we didn't go to church Drew the heavy shades, light poured by the Lord's grace I watched her play, gods filled the place Rich chords, desolate chores Where arpeggios break I never quite found my way It was always the same, I never had faith My twin found Jesus, I sifted seeds out the shake Made niggas believe when I grated cheese for the soufflé Loud like black preachers, DC niggas never seen Boudet Proud to be accepted by the same niggas I used to hate Spanish galleon, I was sunken in place Pieces of eight strewn on the ocean floor Police rushed the gates Flushed everything, couldn't bring myself to flush the haze (I threw it out the window, on God) [FIELDED] Once the snow came down And they set it out Blame it on the sun She was born to bound So I made a flower Patience, not the one Had it all planned out But some shit went down I am not your ruler Just a boy trying to hang someone
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