Something that I want, something that I want
[Verse: Saba]
I just totally want utopia to surround my conscious
So I can give a fuck about the fabrics that I found in my closet
What's so bounded by sound is that her word never left me
While the departed all counting sheep, I been busy counting my blessings
Unc been on house arrest since his release
Just found him dead in his sleep, damn
Wait, this open your soul and your soul intent it's total legit
I go throw a fit I owed unto him, he wrote from the pen
You called on weekends, I pour out to sip if I drank
I know the Lord give and Lord take
But he got me choosin' between church and the music, like Mase
Pray, that's what grandma said, I bow my head
You still alive, you are not dead, I'm your pallbearer
And that's the glove that I wrote this with
[Hook x3]
Something that I want, something that I want
[Hook x3] Something that I want, something that I want [Verse: Saba] I just totally want utopia to surround my conscious So I can give a fuck about the fabrics that I found in my closet What's so bounded by sound is that her word never left me While the departed all counting sheep, I been busy counting my blessings Unc been on house arrest since his release Just found him dead in his sleep, damn Wait, this open your soul and your soul intent it's total legit I go throw a fit I owed unto him, he wrote from the pen You called on weekends, I pour out to sip if I drank I know the Lord give and Lord take But he got me choosin' between church and the music, like Mase Pray, that's what grandma said, I bow my head You still alive, you are not dead, I'm your pallbearer And that's the glove that I wrote this with [Hook x3] Something that I want, something that I want Explain Request ×
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