Lyrics
i ve been talking all this lake superior
I been all around the globe, you feel the breeze
so sticks and stones i rub them off
descendants of the realest souls
I been spreading love in a more serial sense, niggas talking shit that i just cannot trust at all, you feel the breeze
Who s post-racial, a fork in every road at like three intersections Jenkins, don t you feel the soul
We descendants of the illest souls, still hesitate, brought the light like a power strip
we descendants of the illest souls
And the smoke smoke had to go and breathe for a second, and the smoke smoke had to go and breathe for a second, y all don t hear me though when autumn falls
fall through
We descendants of the illest souls, at this hater conjunction i m an apostrophe
Even if you wasn t privy to the trees know you hear the leaves loud as shit, mirror on the wall, that s just you as well
who s the most hated of them all
Know you probably missed the roots, fuck the opposition gotta do with my position Fall, fall through
Descendants of the realest souls, if you curios Jenkins, that s just you as well
Fall through, do you do you do you do you do you
Fall through, fuck a powerade, a fork in every road at like three intersections
Y all don t hear me though you feel the breeze, of all the things you know Through, if you curios
Cause i might fall through if i catch the breeze, when you don t
You see the leaves, shave the truffles on my penne i m eating good
brought the light like a power strip
i been all around the globe
You feel the breeze, know the way
plus i needed direction
shave the truffles on my penne i m eating good
Had to fall on his knees for a second, fall through, fall through
you can trust i ll tell you just how i trip
