Bread

By closegood

Released on November 2, 2018

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[Verse: Nyfe]

You can find me comfy in an idle repetition, say I love it

You can bet I'm wretched in the Bible's definition of it

Mama whisper 'God is kind', plant a kiss and say I'm fine

But I rummage through the cannabis for missing piece of mind

Feast your eyes on my vertebrae, heard you say I'm spineless

I still stand straight despite the existential crisis

I'm, strong to a point of fault I, never learned how to quit

I season all my wounds with salt, reasonably off my shit

Menace to the type of men who say their ex was crazy, you're an ass, I am penance for the lazy way you handle a heart

Gaslit, light the candle to spark

The ritual, a bitch is full of revenge

I think, maybe since my kiddiehood I talked back

Baby love a tussle I get giddy when the thoughts clash

Barely move a muscle, break a nigga just to flex on God

I am not bluffing I am nothing if not extra flawed

Thick-skulled and my shoulders broad

Stiff-lipped quick fit, biting a tight jaw

I am Jack's fist, fuck a pacifist

Fix your fucking face or face the back of my wrist, watch

The hands work, rebel with a cause I been scrapping for answers

Mapping the fast route

To get away from me I been smoking to pass out

Need a better way to eat I been hoping to cash out

So my mama never gotta take the trash out

Nigga get yo' bread up that's word to YG

See all my niggas fed up that's word to my feet

When I fall I'ma get up, yup yup I'ma get up, that's word to my feet

When I fall I'ma get up, yah