What is Love
Is it a waste of time
People fall in love to fall out
My eyes battered
Rough, elephant skin pattern
I've been a nomad past the thought of Avatar
At four I smashed guitars
Bad me I ain't know well
Adults sometimes they thought
I was sleep secrets I won't tell
My eye baggage Prada baby
F*ck with me
Not a lot of people f*cking with me
But they f*cking with me
I spat a couple bars at these niggas
Acidic rain I don't need to get poetic right now
See times have changed
I'm a young old bastard from the wicked east
Sitting bout' as close to the floor
As your face when the glock eat
Steppin' back like my presence is Gucci nigga don't touch this
This inner peace is more than your sneaks
Money involved
I had to kill certain parts of myself
Warring for answers
And the damage right
Was not apparent til I stopped moving
And now the rage is lucid and my problems
Past the doing, nigga hard knocks
School ridden young Ibn mind padlocked
This is not a test, this is what you call
A f*cking revelation I haven't slept Since 8th grade graduation
Ibn-Ali - Insomnia Lyrics
Ibn-Ali - Insomnia Lyrics
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What is Love
Is it a waste of time
People fall in love to fall out
My eyes battered
Rough, elephant skin pattern
I've been a nomad past the thought of Avatar
At four I smashed guitars
Bad me I ain't know well
Adults sometimes they thought
I was sleep secrets I won't tell
My eye baggage Prada baby
F*ck with me
Not a lot of people f*cking with me
But they f*cking with me
I spat a couple bars at these niggas
Acidic rain I don't need to get poetic right now
See times have changed
I'm a young old bastard from the wicked east
Sitting bout' as close to the floor
As your face when the glock eat
Steppin' back like my presence is Gucci nigga don't touch this
This inner peace is more than your sneaks
Money involved
I had to kill certain parts of myself
Warring for answers
And the damage right
Was not apparent til I stopped moving
And now the rage is lucid and my problems
Past the doing, nigga hard knocks
School ridden young Ibn mind padlocked
This is not a test, this is what you call
A f*cking revelation I haven't slept Since 8th grade graduation
Is it a waste of time
People fall in love to fall out
My eyes battered
Rough, elephant skin pattern
I've been a nomad past the thought of Avatar
At four I smashed guitars
Bad me I ain't know well
Adults sometimes they thought
I was sleep secrets I won't tell
My eye baggage Prada baby
F*ck with me
Not a lot of people f*cking with me
But they f*cking with me
I spat a couple bars at these niggas
Acidic rain I don't need to get poetic right now
See times have changed
I'm a young old bastard from the wicked east
Sitting bout' as close to the floor
As your face when the glock eat
Steppin' back like my presence is Gucci nigga don't touch this
This inner peace is more than your sneaks
Money involved
I had to kill certain parts of myself
Warring for answers
And the damage right
Was not apparent til I stopped moving
And now the rage is lucid and my problems
Past the doing, nigga hard knocks
School ridden young Ibn mind padlocked
This is not a test, this is what you call
A f*cking revelation I haven't slept Since 8th grade graduation
Writer: Ibn-Ali Cosme
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