Letra de FIDDLE LEAF - Kota the Friend

Yeah, yeah

I be Clinton Hill chill, bro

Only focused on the people that I heal for

Copped a baby fiddle-leaf for the crib

Now it's 'bout to hit the ceiling, find it crazy that it still grow

Early morning on my front porch

Rain tappin', sun showers on the forecast

This the shit that I was rappin' on Paloma Beach

Shows sold out, still, I never sold the dream

Mama proud how her son shine with no degrees

Show 'em different paths, how it's supposed to be

Seen the whole world with some friends

Always wanted to, but never thought I'd travel 'round the globe for free

Crazy when your life is a vacation

Rainwater rollin' off your back, bro

Smiling in the eye of the storm

I stay riding even when I see the tires is gone

I'm really tryin' to forgive folks

Only human, always learnin' how this shit go

Yeah, everybody really doin' they best

Even the ones that be doin' the most

This life shit really you in a boat

On the ocean, tryna keep it afloat

And stay dry when you bound to be soaked

At some point on this journey

Workin' on my bucket list until I'm on a gurney

Numb to the pain, can't nobody else hurt me

I ain't even fazed when the waters get murky

Always said that I would be retired when I'm thirty

But this shit ain't even a job, I do this shit in my sleep, kid

I stay on repeat, kid, no matter the season

Got the flow laced like Victoria's Secret, I'm having fun

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