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Alma 16 - Dread Lyrics

[Verse 1: Gavin Parished]
I know y'all dreaded my return, I'm pulling up with Scotts
She saved my contact as Webley cause I keep shooting my shots
And I got to move
Cause if I don't soon then I'm trapped here for many moons
That I couldn't do
I look up to the sky and I see her face planted in the stars
I shot far past the moon and I landed in her arms
Now I'm safe and sound
Fuck a city and a capital, I'll say what I want
I don't even got the time to try and give a fuck
I heard these European kids ain't heard a thing about the natives
But I had to study Rome in high school and I aced it
And y'all gonna act like I'm bitter
Kick the Anish to the ground and I get up, still a quittеr
I ain't ever enough, nah I'm just too much
Y'all couldn't see thе vision if it blew up like Puff
But I'll bring you to my heights, I never needed the luck
Now I feel my dreads grow like the roots to the tree of life
Give or take a year Parished fighting for the last of nine
Lives but ain't nobody call me Puss
Clowning around cause you'd be a joke to push down

[Verse 2: Alma 16]
Y’all can’t bring me down on my college dropout
Like I'm Ye in 04, finna up the score now
Peep the board, how the fuck did I get up again?
I was down a couple till I mustered up some love to give myself
Cause it helps being selfish a bit
I was delving in hell till I rose out the pit
Goals on my list gotta check em off for I check out
Learned a lot in my life, think it’s time to ace the test now
Best out, but the dread of failure held me back
Can’t be scared of that, so instead I tear up all these raps
Protected like a password, no fast work, this a long grind
Stay in order like you quantized
If you play with mines, I might go off on a kill spree
Whole lotta red like wake up Filthy
They don’t know the real me, but I’m finna show ‘em
Misplaced my hurt, think I put her in these poems
[Verse 3: Departure]
I'm not a cocoon collider, out of my mind paraglider man
Klwn cat scratch fever, staring at a sterile fan
Where I sleep is my stage, the revolving bandstand
'Cause I'm in a poet band with 5 friends
We're pretending to carpool across the desert sands
Touched a feral fang, now I got the biggest brain like I'm Krang
I recently discovered the looking glass self
Looked in the mirror, and everything changed
Man, it's the rap beautician, composition inflicter
Hit them with the one-two, I'm cool, my eyes-eyes captain to skipper
Skip the vinyl, put a nickel on the needle
I'm needy to wake up the nappers sleeping to Remember the Little People
Back on my white Bukowski bullshit, flip it
Had a matte finish in the pulpit
More spit than a llama with the rhymes like dimes
Got a one hundred million dollar bill on my mind
How eloquent, it's enough to make a grown man cry
This is your brain on crack, in the pan the egg fries
I never tasted the coke, couldn't stand the addiction
I was always afraid of losing my diction in it