Текст песни Flipping Pages Interlude - Trey Posey

Stagnant feet
Mind is moving at full speed
They say practice what you preach
But I'll do so as I please
Mentally presenting myself as an absentee
Actually, the weight of reality
It weighs on me and
Mist rains on me
In the midst of turning dreams into an actuality
The energy matches me
Meeting who is seen in the mirror
Attempting for release
Tryna be set free
But it's so hard to try what you need
When what you don't need is advertised
Hard to really capitalize
When half of the time
You never really have the time
Tied up in these times
Matter of fact
What matters is our lives
I'm blessed so I put the hard times in the archives and
Keep my hopes up, muzzle high
Momma choked up
Cause the drugs took my brother life
Wish I could call the heaven hotline
The hotline of heaven like
Star six seven yeah star six seven like

What up brethren
How them heaven steps been
I just wanted to check in
Hope you doin magnificent
I see the fluorescent light
You sending in my direction
I got a million questions
Damn, lost connection
Shit I'll catch you then
Life on this earth is limited
Baby how you supposed to breathe
With no air conditioning
I'm tryna heal so I'm pivoting
On heels
Feels like I need mental repositioning
From me I need distancing
It's a lotta issues
Time spent tryna fix you
My gifts getting misused
Crying, hiding tissues
I'm a man and I'm never seeking treatment
Except for flipping pages, writing letters
Cause messages get deleted