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miq the burb boy - photosynthesis lyrics

[chorus: miq the burb boy]

whoa
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
whoa
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
whoa
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
whoa, whoa
whoa, whoa, whoa
i just feel like i’m a rose
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
gotta grow, whoa, whoa, whoa
whoa, whoa

[verse 1: miq the burb boy]

so if i’m movin’ state to state by the week momma
that’s good for me, i co
nect wit the beats of the hearts of the weak minded
thinkin’ that they meek and blinded
by the way the weak is thrivin’, thinkin’ that they, uh
think that they gotta follow blueprints and stickin’ to the rubrics
but they could never grade the sh+t we doin’
it’s like watchin’ birds fly and thinkin’ how could you improve it
man that’s stupid
this expression my g, a little connection my g
a deep exploration of my psyche
might see a part of yourself, and i hope that it helps
i wear my flaws like a motherf+ckin’ animal pelt
turn a snake to a belt, ion leave em out in the wilderness
poach em, debone em and serve em up like gefilte fish
yeah, even my father couldn’t filter this
how ya’ll trynna gimme tips as if i wasn’t built for this
i’ll k!ll for this
walk in the hottest kitchen and grill for this
i’m real for this
you can’t fathom what i f+ckin’ feel for this
i’m still for this
homie this my only desire
when i’m tired, i’d still climb a f+ckin’ hill for this
yab+tch i’m out

[chorus: miq the burb boy]

[bridge: magi merlin]

i’m eating up your soul
don’t hold back
for reasons i don’t know
but i hold you back

[verse 2: miq the burb boy]

i’m a traveler with answers for the banters of the masses
show em massacres when i open my aperture
and appetite to snap at you with my vernacular
it’s accurate, a spectacle that’s f+ckin’ spec+ta+cular and you
might ponder, nothin’ more than words that sound the same
but if you wandered by the meanings, it would mount a flame
inside your spirit and bein’, it’s echoin’ while you sleepin’
and when you really wake up, you’ll know what i’m bout to say
i never found the peace of mind that i wanted
they try to steal my piece of the pie, i’m on it
even if it ain’t real, sh+t is mine, so i want it
i ain’t healed, but i’m tryin’, and that’s word to my momma
bring it back

[chorus: miq the burb boy]

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