Fingertips

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lyrics

I love the way
You seep into my soul
I love the way

I know, I know sometimes I zone
I know sometimes I'm home
Why can't I be both?
Oh, may I be both?

It's warmer than outside
You'll notice when I cry
Please notice when I cry
Don't wait until I die

I flex often
Spent my whole life dodgin' coffins
Brush twice a day, I'm even flossin'
I'm downtown, even hangin' out in Boston

I stuck wit' it, infinite
Just made 5 grand in a minute
And i'm still in my Momma's basement
It looks like my Momma made it

But what about my people, what about my equals?
Melanin drip from my fingertips, so why am I see-through?
Why am I typical, no, why am I God? Why am I lyrical?
Why do I keep climbing this pedestal? I could just let go

Let bygones be bygones, and be gone
You would never hear another song
Still heard in my head though
I don't have competition cause I show so

You got a problem? I'll listen.
Pistol fully loaded and I'm grippin'
I ain't takin' chances wit' these vixens
Fightin' bout who's Jordan and who's Pippen

Missin' the whole point, too many mistakes ain't great
Really can't relate to the hate. that's a discourse for the fake
What's woke to awake? Eyes wide is my active state
Nowadays, it's lookin' like fate

credits

from God of New England, released January 10, 2019
Produced by KThug
Writer / Composer: Atman
Mixing & Mastering: Atman

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