Haha.. Look up This that real natural shit Ay Mod Sun Yeah, check it out Uhh yeah
And I've had dirty finger nails, Since we started this thing They said if you work like a slave Then you could live like a king Got me feeling like Bukowski, Gotta let my bird sing Man until they know my message From L.A. to Beijing and I ain't stopping, no no I ain't stopping You can see it in my eyes I live all these lines that I'm dropping Little gemstones, heal your mind, Body and soul You gon' make it home I swear you not in this shit alone
GO I gave you my minutes, Took away all the limits All the bad times diminish, We get enough of the critics Smoking good up in Venice, Do what we want they gon' let us We're weirdos but they gon' get us, They got no genre to fit us
Uhh yeah But ain't that how the story go On the road, on the train, bout for glory though They say the less the talk, more you know I'm deciding making history before I go
Let your mind breathe Forget about the time please Forget about the places you ain't at And focus on the present situation What does every line mean? Wipe the past off, take your mask off How high do I get before I blast off Does everyone broke it to take that cast off And if I rap about the right thing Well then is that soft?
These are questions that I'm out here asking on the reg Never had to beg, you see I do my own thing Let em do the talking I don't ever have to brag A million people left inside this world for me to thank And I'ma thank em too.. mark my words They smoke to mod sun just to calm they nerves Been looking for some light then I'ma end that search I walk the same way, guess it started at birth And I be on some other shit hovering Man they ducking, they covering Heard em say fuck the world Man and I just be loving it I'm the opposite of fold for the mold Whether bout to serve the dopest ever So call me a dope dealer, show stealer
OH SHIT Bout to show you who I thought I was Had a buzz, did the drugs, never rapped about it cuz If I did it I did it for the right reasons Open up a door knob, talkin' About no fucking door to the demons I'm on the sunny side, Grass is green and they down the ride You smoke wit me, stoner girl? Then you bonafide On my life, I was thinking that I'm wishing Now I know its the truth and so I'm simply introducing This is Mod Sun, to the hundredth degree Oh yeah you got a poppin' song But you ain't fuckin' with me All the critics bout to get it I mean literally I too, can sound like every other rapper In the industry but
What a shame that that would be As something that catastrophe They chasing after strategy I'm chasing after masterpiece Been hearing so much blasphemy Remember when they laughed at me What what (what what) That's what made me who I am And so I'm thankful for that, grateful for that Yo matter of fact, I think the abstract Just came at me ten fold And this ain't even a album track I'm just killing time until the plaques And the old, he just said That the new me is back It's Mod SunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
