Jota Flowers=Jay Electronica
love is conditional
i never knew that mary'd put a whole in my fishin' boat
i got to trippin mo'
she went to bitchin' mo
the court of universal law said it wasn't permissible
she went to forte
i stayed pianissimo
then i went to forte
and she went to physical
should i go?
should i stay and withstand the additional
attacks on the mental and the physical?
its gon get dangerous
why waste time in these childlike exchanges
why waste time with these childlike games
its just make up to break up
cryin' all the time baby messin' up your makeup
try and scratch my face up
she say "i need communication jay but you don't say much"
i know it ain't okay but…
i'm from where niggas keep they mouths closed and the gate shut.
it seems like only yesterday that i was just a kid in christian dior velour, ballys and a shape up…
spinnin' on cardboard
and tryna rip a break up.
life comes at you fast.
i went from sleepin' in class to sleepin' the streets forgettin' where i wake up.
when i was hit with trial,
i slipped into survival
mode
and did alotta shit a nigga wasn't proud of
so…
so when i be sittin' on the couch with a blank head,
i be at the homeless shelter Jefferson in Bankhead.
a jack sippin dank head
makin' sure niggas don't steal my clothes,
tryna make a path so i fulfill my goals,
tryna take a bath so i can heal my soul…
a little bit of laughter to conceal my woes…
who gon save me?
Lyrical Breakdown
Salut
Fly Ty
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