Retrospect Songtext
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Retrospect Songtext
It′s hard to find
A new wrong to make right
Been honoring what I say
It's been calm moving through the night
In my palm is a certain fate
In the other a frickin′ light
Any motherfucker
That phase me
Is getting in a fight
That said I move calmly
It's awfully serene
We could sit, talk
No barking at me
Higher rank than a monarch
I'm a king
With a darker face than
A couple people ever seen
And if I ever have some won′t leave my sons
If I said it I′m done don't need bad love
Ain′t I better now
Some won't see that′s them
(I sweat it out son)
(On me that's done)
Knew it was gonna make me wild
In retrospect (in retro, in retrospect, in retro)
Ain′t no way of getting out
Except your best (except your, except your best, yeah)
I been making friends
Getting up my bands
I been making plans
I been making stans
My brudda whip a Benz
I wonder where he been
I wonder where I go
Know I can't see my end
Ohh
I try to keep it silent when I'm baking
The fruits of all my labor in the making
I′m tryna feed the fucking village baby
Could you just be the one I call my lady
I tried to pick the pocket of the country
He looked and said man I ain′t got it on me
If you meet me you might just think I'm funky
It′s prolly just the pack you smelling from me
A new wrong to make right
Been honoring what I say
It's been calm moving through the night
In my palm is a certain fate
In the other a frickin′ light
Any motherfucker
That phase me
Is getting in a fight
That said I move calmly
It's awfully serene
We could sit, talk
No barking at me
Higher rank than a monarch
I'm a king
With a darker face than
A couple people ever seen
And if I ever have some won′t leave my sons
If I said it I′m done don't need bad love
Ain′t I better now
Some won't see that′s them
(I sweat it out son)
(On me that's done)
Knew it was gonna make me wild
In retrospect (in retro, in retrospect, in retro)
Ain′t no way of getting out
Except your best (except your, except your best, yeah)
I been making friends
Getting up my bands
I been making plans
I been making stans
My brudda whip a Benz
I wonder where he been
I wonder where I go
Know I can't see my end
Ohh
I try to keep it silent when I'm baking
The fruits of all my labor in the making
I′m tryna feed the fucking village baby
Could you just be the one I call my lady
I tried to pick the pocket of the country
He looked and said man I ain′t got it on me
If you meet me you might just think I'm funky
It′s prolly just the pack you smelling from me
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