Perm Songtext
von Mick Jenkins

Circle tighter (uh) than a 4C curl pattern
Ursa Minor had whole galaxies hurled at him
Who′s star struck? Need Orion's Belt if my world fatter
Niggas really gettin′ them star bucks

Chop the trees, no sawdust, nigga
Only good smoke, giraffe neckin', you saw us
Found no Toys-R-Us, nigga
Only dial tones soon as you call bluffs
We pulling up like, "Who called us?"

My body building barely lifting fingers, much less barbells
Niggas talk, big cartel, it's only selling online
Miss me with that demeanor, my niggas is felons whole time
You seeing ballerinas if niggas is spinning the block


We stay on our toes, two hands on the clock
No bustdowns, that′s the neighborhood watch
Play Sasquatch, won′t see me in the spot
Might catch a whiff of these trees

No drivebys, just some motherfuckers shooting the breeze
I'm fresh out my deal, I′m moving with ease
If stress what you bring, then you enemy
Don't group in with me, ayy

Nigga got a whole new energy
Like Malcolm with the perm, how they move in the street
Only really like weed loud, niggas too indiscrete

Uh
Uh

Ayy, ayy
I can′t fall in line
Niggas tryna press me, y'all out y′all mind
Try to cut it at the curb, shit, it grow back fine
Gotta hit it at the nerve, nigga, go 'head find it


Uh
Gotta hit it with some perm, nigga
Gotta hit it with some perm, nigga