Lyrics Tapestry - Mike
Don't
want
the
wrath,
want
the
mask
and
the
black
hoodie
This
not
an
act,
you
know
I'm
back
with
a
sad
boogie
You
do
the
math,
my
brother
Naavin
get
the
racks
to
me
I
know
it's
baggage
but
them
problems
in
the
past
push
me
Dread
and
blasphemy
Sitting
'laxed
in
my
apartment
where
these
raps
put
me
You
know
the
mack,
he
still
be
ballin'
on
his
last
cookie
They
still
his
mans,
that
mean
somebody
in
his
pack
pussy
I
feel
the
land
what
made
me
heartless
and
them
stabs
gushy
We
the
gas
bullies,
we
in
the
crib
making
classics
Why
the
stash
bushy,
getting
mad
kushy
It
be
hard
to
make
a
living
in
catastrophe,
a
bit
of
atrophy
At
our
darkest,
shit
be
hidden
in
the
fallacies
Isn't
what
it
actually
It's
always
sparks
but
that
just
isn't
where
my
passion
be
Drifts
of
agony,
they
say
I
learnt
to
talk
my
shit
too
casually
I
rather
trip
I
can't
exist
too
passively,
this
big
tapestry
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