Lightwork Lyrics

[Intro]
(Chxse Bank)
Da-da-da-da-daa, yeah
Ay, ay

[Verse 1]
I've been on my toes
'Cause you never know where your time will go
If you'll ever fold (If you'll ever fold)
'Cause the cards inside your hand disconnected from your soul
I've been moving slow (I've been moving slow)
Hoping that the rain still contributes to my growth
I can feel the glow
Sitting in my chest like a bomb about to blow
Lightwork, I ain't pay the bill in weeks (Ain't pay)
I've been writing down these verses on my sheets
Getting cozy on this god damn beat
'Cause I know you motherf*ckers gonna sleep
Not the way you prolly think
Off a sedative setting in while you blink (Whilе you sleep)
And the words that you've been saying I'm spitting out in the sink
Tryna down it with somе water now everything lookin' pink
Like a vessel in your eye I'm poppin' off inside the ink
[Verse 2]
Lack of zinc got you mother f*ckers confused
Cloudy vision consumed
Mix it with the Henny, that's a dumb move
Come through, we can talk about it sometime
Working on this album till the sunrise
I've been on my shit
Checklist when it come time
On another project checkin' outta my mind
I don't need to think 'cause I only do it sometimes Time will tell my story if I ever get these lines right
Write until my wrist hurts
Damn this screen is so bright
Fill another script full of words, not the drug type
John Carpenter how my flicks flamin' my pipe
I'ma set the scene really quick
Lemme paint it out how I like
I fight through a constant battle with depression
Self-mutilation, aggression, the wreckage of my compression
The pressure been comin' in, this music is my obsession
I'll do this shit every day until I reach my ascension
For real

[Bridge]
Yeah, I'ma let it breathe, I'ma let it breathe, ay-ayy
Da-da-da, da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, ay, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Outro]
Used to mop the floor, now I'm flooring through the hills
It's a crazy f*cking world when you live through what you feel
I won't ever take a break 'cause the music's how I heal
I ain't ever had my doubts, that's how you know that it's real
That's how you know that it's real
That's some lightwork
Stocked up like a night clerk
One day people gonna know my name through these cyphers
I could be the king, it depends on who dies first

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