歌词
Something that I want, something that I want
Something that I want, something that I want
Something that I want, something that I want
I just totally want utopia to surround my conscious
So I can give a fxck 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 glow that I wrote this with
Anything
What?
Anything?
Something that I want, something that I want
Something that I want, something that I want