Gavin Parished - Dread (feat. Alma 16, Departure & klwn cat) Lyrics

I know y'all dreaded my return I'm pulling up with Scotts
She saved my contact as Webley cause I keep shooting my shots
And I got to move
Cause if I don't soon then I'm trapped here for many moons
That I couldn't do
I look up to the sky and I see her face planted in the stars
I shot far past the moon and I landed in her arms
Now I'm safe and sound
F*ck a city and a capital I'll say what I want
I don't even got the time to try and give a f*ck
I heard these European kids ain't heard a thing about the natives
But I had to study Rome in high school and I aced it
And y'all gonna act like I'm bitter
Kick the Anish to the ground and I get up still a quitter
I ain't ever enough nah I'm just too much
Y'all couldn't see the vision if it blew up like Puff
But I'll bring you to my heights I never needed the luck
Now I feel my dreads grow like the roots to the tree of life
Give or take a year Parished fighting for the last of nine
Lives but ain't nobody call me Puss
Clowning around cause you'd be a joke to push down

Y'all can't bring me down on my college dropout
Like I'm Ye in 04 finna up the score now
Peep the board how the f*ck did I get up again?
I was down a couple till I mustered up some love to give myself
Cause it helps being selfish a bit
I was delving in hell till I rose out the pit
Goals on my list gotta check em off for I check out
Learned a lot in my life think it's time to ace the test now
Best out but the dread of failure held me back
Can't be scared of that so instead I tear up all these raps
Protected like a password no fast work this a long grind
Stay in order like you quantized
If you play with mines I might go off on a kill spree
Whole lotta red like wake up Filthy
They don't know the real me but I'm finna show 'em
Misplaced my hurt think I put her in these poems

I'm not a cocoon collider out of my mind paraglider man
Klwn cat scratch fever staring at a sterile fan
Where I sleep is my stage the revolving bandstand
'Cause I'm in a poet band with five friends
We're pretending to carpool across the desert sands
Touched a feral fang now I got the biggest brain like I'm Krang
I recently discovered the looking glass self
Looked in the mirror and everything changed
Man it's the rap beautician composition inflicter
Hit them with the one-two I'm cool my eyes-eyes captain to skipper
Skip the vinyl put a nickel on the needle
I'm needy to wake up the nappers sleeping to Remember the Little People
Back on my white Bukowski bullshit flip it
Had a matte finish in the pulpit
More spit than a llama with the rhymes like dimes
Got a one hundred million dollar bill on my mind
How eloquent it's enough to make a grown man cry
This is your brain on crack in the pan the egg fries
I never tasted the coke couldn't stand the addiction
I was always afraid of losing my diction in it