Текст песни Settle In - ThatMilkBoy

Someone point in what direction we are heading in
The rate of fear we grow with no connection is unsettling
I'm like a white Rakim now che-check my melanin
Now all I need's a chair out in the sun and Imma settle in
My hay day is approaching someone build a barn
Yeah
I was gonna ball like I was up against Lebron
Then 2020 hit now someone please call Michael Scarn
I got 3 albums done yeah tell em word is bond
I'm the well to the coin throwing when you wish me well
I don't know what the future tells
But I know I excel when when I fail and I'm raising hell
Tell me what's that smell?
Boy I'm sweet but I'm turning caramel
Where is Jurgen Teller
Man this beat's so hot I'm glad that sex sells
Tell her self she's a crab without it's shell
Blowhole like a whale but I don't kiss and tell
It's a spell to a heavyweight that never seen a scale
Had a train of thought but then it derailed
It clicked when the hammer fell upon an empty chamber
I still got a shot if I just keep on making bangers
I whip it like meringue
I eat with golden thangs
I know you think I'm tripping
Let me take you to Topanga
I don't hang around bad apples I just crush em and make applesauce
Put them into lyrics cuz this bitch is for a greater cause
This beat has been around so long I think i had it's menopause
The only thing that mean some is if Filip listen and say pause
Ah yeah
Now that's what fucking round will fucking do
When every friend's a genius and they get it, who the fuck are you?
I'm really making art while people trying to repaint Klein Blue
I'll jump on every beat like I'm a kangaroo without a zoo
So imma freedom-fight myself
This for my mental health
I'm breathing on the mic I think my lungs the size of Michael Phelps
My dad would teach me music so I in ways I did inherit wealth
It's probably in my genome tell em hands up I'm a gangster elf
Ah yeah
Now throw em up like they were Bobbys hat
Ah yeah
I'm staying up like I'm a fucking bat
Ah yeah
A Swedish wolf they think I'm Cashmere Cat
Self-conscious bout my thin voice
I should match my beats by turning fat
But i'm no bottom-feeder; why I need a little
Help to read the lips of everyone beneath the
Standard of the ones who lead the
Way and help me to proceed to
Greatness every millimeter counts
It's neither doom or gloom like Fox and Doom
I need Anita
Ey
Is that Enough?