Bedrest

Yeah, Let the sun let the sun
Let the sun let motherfuckin' sun
Let the sun let the sun let the sun

Roll a pack of stress just
To stretch the weapon
Ancestors in my flesh like norepinephrine
Or a levy, stretched my presence to
A nest to rest in, Nigga knowledge born
College scorned deflecting questions
About the messaging
Headdress like the medicine man
It's probably better I'm on bed rest
I've been stretching my hands
Chasing that ledger
Had to listen to my body a bit
Back in the 90s Clydesdale I fail
My Bonnie'll fix it aplomb but starving
I calm my carbine to spark it I'm itching
I played the cards that y'all discarded
It's hard not to reiterate
Visine hygiened eyes is on me
Now it's harder to imitate
I seen niggas get different when
The brag got expensiver
I mean niggas been crooked but
The bag say defenestrate
Nineteen ellipses lived in my
Memories different from what
I seen just off my mental state and
Pills that wasn't even my scene
I'm in your lane and
Mine, flaming blindness, Blame my highbeams
Times arrow marching on my marrow on my song
Hezekiah gotta die, the
Pious, the treacherous, and the otherwise
Emptied out my pockets and
Stomach to hold butterflies
Smile but holding trust just with
My brothers no other guys
Timing making blunders lifelong
Lies make each other climb
I huff cause my summit high
I'll be right up amongst the skies in
Nine puffs of this musty lye
Timing made my other cry
Stymied by her flooded eye
Snuggled in the junction between
Covering and bussing eyes
Months since I've been in love
She was screaming it the other night
Inspiration, 'Lenciaga runners in
My brother size
In a nation where niggas patient for
Love but run for pride
In a nation where niggas facing no
Funds or lust to die out of surgery
No medication pain was just unconscionable
I needed vacation back to Charlotte just
To get my lungs to rise
My spirit of attrition customized, butter
Wrist ain't getting twist for
Shit but rubbing eyes, Sun'll shine
Ayy diecinueve the paper made
Me this way baby
We ain't playing kayfabing or faking
Believe me I'm keeping my face
In labia eighths or complaints believe me
Ayo believe me I'm making a play
I'm creasing up Franklin face
I leave her with babies to
The face and a leaflet, Makeba and Ture
Believe me
Believe me don't miss what is next
I cleave through that pressure
Can't rest or leave without snipping the net
Feet fetish sniffing out checks
We got a fifth of the best
At least bout whipful of cess
A treeful of stems for the kettle
Believe me I'm built for the weather
Believe me ayo Believe me
Ayo bulimic I'm throwing up just believe me
This ain't lean that we pouring
Up just believe me ayo believe me
(Yea, that's it)

Let the sun let the sun
Let the sun let the sun
Let the sun let the sun
Let the sun let the sun let the sun