Angles
[Hook: Xavier Omär]
I've been running away cause I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna pray
Hope the preachers we burnin', yeah, yeah
Like the wait for another day
I only do it if I want to
Look in the mirror, do I want you?
I don't know. Do you know?
Come on mister, don't lie
What do you feel when you look into your own eyes?
[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]
See it's all about angles
Whether I'm checking my watch or I'm hitting my dab
You use the same muscles to cough with as you would to laugh
It's perspective really, the collective is really suggesting a theory that love is a blessing
I'm stressing it really
Man y'all don't hear me, if you've never been alone how you know yourself?
If you ain't up underwater how you grow yourself?
You should love you so much that you'll Maryln Manson yourself and blow yourself
It's some things you gotta learn that only you can show yourself
Getting introspective, it can only go right like you ain't got no left
Like a wack-ass point guard
Or a porn star, yeah I'm going hard
Yeah, coin star
I've done seen change, trying to turn this to dollar bills
Touching souls, not just copping feels
See myself when I see my friends
They make sure I ain't lost the real
Lost at sea or lost at thought
I give a fuck if I ever lost a deal
I'm hungry to see me like a nigga lost a mill'
[Hook: Xavier Omär]
I've been running away cause I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna pray
Hope the preachers we burnin', yeah, yeah
Like the wait for another day
I only do it if I want to
Look in the mirror, do I want you?
I don't know. Do you know?
Come on mister, don't lie
What do you feel when you look into your own eyes?
[Verse 2: Noname]
(I am) I am absolutely, positively happy
Exponential, gratitude for rapping
Aptitude for passing dude's expectations
The vacancy will always be laughing
Cause niggas love a bitch when she's sarcastic
Rihanna is made of feather dust and matches
And everybody wants to touch the fire
A little love never hurt nobody
Y'all in the club while I'm sitting in the attic
Thinking about the plastic, a trip to Malibu
Spend a couple racks on racks of [?]
In the whites of rooms trying to get to you
And who could be the breadwinner? Me
And who could cook your next dinner? Me
I think not, I'm saving up for Audi
This is, aligory of a wack-long cloudy
I am absolutely, positively healthy
Re-define to expedite my wealthy
I need money, halfway sunny, out the country
Only god and a blunt could help me
And on it quickily
Happy with sunlight in my weave
[?] with all anonymous and verbal columnists
Good raps on it [?]
[Hook: Xavier Omär]
I've been running away cause I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna pray
Hope the preachers we burnin', yeah, yeah
Like the wait for another day
I only do it if I want to
Look in the mirror, do I want you?
I don't know. Do you know?
Come on mister, don't lie
What do you feel when you look into your own eyes?