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alex wiley - f.y.i. lyrics

[verse 1: alex wiley]
i’m a ghost, i’m a spirit
motherf-cking appearence
i’m just using these words
to describe the colors i’m hearing
and all the sounds that i’m seeing
i need a pound of the tree
and i get so lifted, the clouds looking pretty grounded to me
and i treat this sh-t like a gift
i randomly found in the street
took that same gift and re-gift it
p-ss it around, i don’t need it
scribble it down and repeat it
dribble around the arena
80 points, 30 -ssists
cause b-tch, i lift the whole team up
you better act like you need us
so yes, i’m raising my feet up
i ain’t got sh-t for you to sleep on
dog, i ain’t no ikea
i live inside an idea
i’m on that plane with aaliyah
i held the shotgun for kurt
i built the bomb for korea
i am the human duality
peep the good and the bad in me
i don’t get why they mad at me
but i think that it’s flattering
none of this sh-t is mattering
and my brains what i’m splattering
cross the page, just to refrain
from all the pain that i’m battling

[chorus: alex wiley]
my name means nothing
i think my age means nothing
i think my rage means nothing
i think, we all crave substance
i think the weed is all i need
i use the dutches as crutches
i’m living f-ck your instructions
i’m living f-ck your instructions
i’m livin-
f-ck your instructions i’m livin’

[bridge: alex wiley]
big bank roll
tell me whatcha know
would you put it on ya’ soul? tell me where you tryna go
got a big bank roll
tell me whatcha know
guess i’m trash at origami cause my paper never fold
big bank roll
tell me whatcha know
would you put it on ya’ soul? tell me where you tryna go
got a big bank roll
tell me whatcha know
guess i’m trash at origami cause my paper never fold

[verse 2: mick jenkins]
[?] tiramisu for breakfast
gucci fendi on my shoulders
smell the folgers
started seein’ the pyramid schemes all folding before me
like terrible shoppers
i’m holding my horses, the weight of it with [?] chakras not folding for [?]
i can’t just pair with impostors and move with my soul
when i paint nocturnal those forces
no fashion my n-gg-s all saints
we p-ssin’ the dank
and my gl-sses all [?] little gold flakes in my ash sweep the whole sw-nk
tunnel vision, i’m a long way from shawshank
watch the coupe crawl, know i came up out the crawlsp-ce
curveball, i’m in y’all face
ain’t never had the clone don’t make that fake mistake

[chorus: mick jenkins]
my name means nothing
i think my age means nothing
i think my rage means nothing
i think, we all crave substance
i think the weed is all i need
i use the dutches as crutches
i’m living f-ck your instructions
i’m living f-ck your instructions
i’m livin-
f-ck your instructions i’m livin’

- alex wiley lyrics

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