Текст песни Constant Shift - Don Darnell

Uh, it's like, it's like a constant shift,
Just keep growing and changing,
(Mmmm)
As the word, turn, I can feel the shift
Feels like my soul's going through a rift
Not in control, floating like a blimp
Easing through the day, still hard for a pimp
Walk with a brace, I got a little limp
Never fall short, nun less than an attempt
Pick up the slip, still bout the cash,
Still bout the grip, envy sink ships
[Verse]
Plenty maneuvers, riding frequencies
(YEAH)
I'm in and out the loop, you think of me,
(Mmmm)
My heart is true, blue like the seven seas
On a cusp im an Aquarius, plus I'm a Pisces
I'ma make it with or without you trying to like me
I'm trying to make my million smooth and do it quietly
I got nothing to prove, I know what's inside of me
I'm a king on the flip side, I'm a fucking beast
Know you committing suicide if you play with the
Ain't nowhere to run and hide, so you seeing me
I can break you down, you surprised of the synergy
The choir out here telling lies on my imagery
DESPISED, they can't finish me
Know one thing, I was high when you remember me
Once I make it to the top, it won't be a mystery
Praising all the stars and all the galaxies
Whether it's GOD or ALLAH, there is no blasphemy
Demons harassing me, they coming after me
But I got faith, you see, so ain't no stopping me
My light no blockin' me, I shine bright indeed
My heart been cut too deep, I swear my soul will bleed
Can't stop the clock, I'm rolling steady
Heavy in the chevy, for years I been litty
The odds was against me, no temptation, no you can't tempt me
Stay with some rounds, nothing less than 50
Always on the go, tank never empty
Usually be alone, too many spirits with me
Shook the reaper hand, he showed up to get me
But it wasn't my time, it wasn't his decision
(Chorus)
As the world turn, I can feel the shift
Feels like my soul's going through a rift
Not in control, floating like a blimp
Easing through the day, still hoping for a pimp
Walk with a brace, I got a little limp
Never fall short, nun less than an attempt
Pick up the slip, still bout the cash
Still bout the grip, envy sink ships