Window to the soul, ceiling meet the wall
Find me on the Vogue, I'm like a ballroom star
If the category grace, if the category bars
If the category poise, trust, I'ma take all
I'ma take off, trust, ain't no slowing up, bruh
Navy been a boss and haters love me in a rut
I'm embracing all the flaws and the shit I wouldn't touch, uh
Now it's most tangible, the animal in us, yeah
Limbic, limbo, timbos and blunts
I don't miss those spliffs rolled, Grabba with the Runtz
I'm a rich soul, Flipmode, I tiptoe and stunt
Talkin' eggshells, the path made, my partner didn't run
Been a long day, that Bombay had me rather drunk
I was gone then, not at all phased now that I've sobered up
When I saw fate, I saw death, I saw self, it's all dealt
Saw life, them long nights waiting for the sun
Living wrong rights, and when I left, I put my faith in us
I give time time, and me love, mysteries to eat up
My knee fucked, I gotta kick my feet up, relax
Responding to this worry different, I would just react, facts
Niggas claim they know me well but they don't know themselves
Well enough, I'm well off, I project she was a Jezebel
But that was insecurities, eternity is met
When I flex my wings, I'm flourishing, my purpose in a shell
My protection is for certain, B, pull the curtains, see
My innermost I'm servicing, I won't vanish from the heat
That's what the furnace bring, I've learned a thing or two, cut the trunk
And see the birch rings, I'm unearthing what is present within my person
Ceiling meet the wall
Find me on the Vogue, I'm like a ballroom star
If the category grace, if the category bars
If the category poise, trust, I'ma take all
Window to the soul, ceiling meet the wall
Find me on the Vogue, I'm like a ballroom star
If the category grace (Uh), if the category bars (Yeah)
If the category poise, trust, I'ma take all
If the category's grace, I got it all
When I pirouette onto the stage, it make a nigga jaw fall
I'm on point like a pen with a ball
I stand above these niggas but I'm five foot, seven inch tall
Yeah, I make a man crawl on all fours
Just so he could kiss the ground I skip on while I reapply my lip balm
I need some palm trees, a drink to sip on
Out to Santorini with my niggas when we get on
Me and Zola planned it out, got the map and scanned the route
I got tunnel vision, I ain't tryna take no roundabout
Just fuck with me the long way while I build from ground up with this raw clay
Soon enough you'll see me at the Barclay
But they still can't see me on my best day
Wrote this on a Sunday, man, I'm working on my rest day
Pencil to the paper like it's test day but I been knew that I would pass
I'm at the top of my class, see-through niggas like glass-stained windows
All these friendly niggas ain't your kinfolk
They intimidated by a pen stroke
Bunch of bitches, swear they on they menstrual, get these niggas a pad
Grown-ass men and I still son 'em like I'm Dad
Shit is getting old, man, this shit is getting sad
This music is my life, but to you, it's just a fad
Hopefully, this phase shall too will pass
Don't forget these rainy days don't last
'Til then, I'll be lookin' out the
Window to the soul, ceiling meet the wall
Find me on the Vogue, I'm like a ballroom star
If the category grace, if the category bars
If the category poise, trust, I'ma take all
Window to the soul, ceiling meet the wall
Find me on the Vogue, I'm like a ballroom star
If the category grace, if the category bars
If the category poise, trust, I'ma take all
