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till you get it - or bleu lyrics

(my production style is probably well described as scatterbrain)

(yeah) i think very deeply and get lost between eye blinks
i’m sitting, reminiscing on this game of sorts and i sink
into a funk i’ve been on the brink of great sh*t before
many times too many rhymes and too many beats to rewind man
remind me why i sign my life away? this ain’t been a paper chase
a couple times i tried to put the mic away, safe to say
ain’t been successful at that, i get possessive in rap
but still get slept on and stepped on like wrestling mats
thinking d*mn all the rest of ‘em whack
attracting a whole lot of stats while i check from the back
lately i’ve been thinking that i’m maybe on a different path
so maybe now i ain’t trippin’ on that
perhaps through your tensions and accolades is something i’m past
gimme some quiet and solitude maybe that’s where i’m at
actual facts laying back while i relax in the bath
plothing my plans to expand pass the traffic in rap
passing the hat to whoever still be blasting that rap
as if i had it to begin with to be passing the cap

you think you know what you want till you get it
but when you get it then you just don’t know (surprise surprise baby)
it’s all you know so it’s hard to forget it (that’s for real)
to the point that you can’t let go
oh*ho*oh*oh*ho
i know what you mean bro, i’m quarantine binge watching tarantino
on my grown sh*t with a glass of vino
no more pass the blunt it’s pass the pinot
and even if we had one roll your own
take an edible you can be rolling stone
get it, roll and stoned, not a rolling stones
kyrie irving of my raps cause i open zones
rhythmic ammo i deliver explosive blows
switch up the channel national geographic sh*t’s about to get graphic
filthy mcnasty, whiplash these fools
how we flow in the pocket and keep their heads moving
i collect assets to keep my bread moving
i miss doing them mic checks to keep their hands moving
one*two one*two come through
moka, illa j, what the f*ck you wanna do (uh)

you think you know what you want till you get it
but when you get it then you just don’t know
it’s all you know so it’s hard to forget it (that’s fo real)
to the point that you can’t let go
oh*ho*oh*oh*ho

- or bleu lyrics

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