PARHELION (feat. Kevin Johann)

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Do you remember the odd days
Recollection of the past, a mask
Would only cover the small things
Too many nights writing lyrics, sayin' em softly
You can place a bet I finna make it, I parlay
My Paps he been a gambling man, so, I get that and his hands
Workin' hard to feed the fam is all I learned from the man
Makin' music to my fam was a fantasy plan
Y'all be sleepin' on my city, you at Fantasyland
Had some dull moments
I'm sorry if you were involved
When my skull moving
Better know I stay ahead of y'all
Clean cut like James Bond
Saw the writing on the wall
And spray painted the message sayin'
"You can kiss my balls"
Uh uh
Haters gonna hate
Yeah, lovers gonna break
Family forever, but the garden full of snakes
Always call me bro, but the homies can't relate
And I stay self aware and too honest
Shook hands with my conscious, responsive
Life feelin' different after I left college
Gained all the knowledge, that's how I show progress
Validation ain't required when your name passed out
My raps south, they cold when I write shit down
Y'all be lookin' with oddness
So my presence an odd flex
They ask me why I do it, I be hearing it often

I said I do it for the money so the fam is living gold
Money masquerade the you they didn't see when you was broke
Why the come up hittin' different when the hit ups bein' instant
Coming to my senses, cause I never used to listen
Tryna make my mama's eyes glisten
Tough love given, Ma raised me on resilience
I ain't know the world and every person that's in it
But we all got problems and nobody gon' fix em but you

Nobody gon fix em but you
Nobody gon fix em but you
Nobody gon fix em but you
Nobody gon fix em but you

The older I get
Time be goin' too slow
I be blinkin' and thinkin'
That was some time ago
But where did I go?
Flyer than a clock the way that time pass
Tryna catch the time, but I won't extend a hand
Yes I am, a little different from my past
I'm relaxed, mouth open, but I swear I ain't all that
What to you a value
What you think that ideal life is
And could you buy it? Or is the value too priceless
Want the money for mummy
The homies keep it a hunnid
When I gave my mama Louis
She laughed I said "Ironic huh?"
Hope the homies make it even if its 'fore my chance comes
Mama motivating me to go and pass them
Man this gray city be the place that I'm from
Where they only use the mace cause they can't afford guns

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