Cassius Songtext
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Cassius Songtext
(I′m wading through these waters on my own tools)
(I'm wading through these-, I′m wading through these)
Uh
Cup may runneth over
I'm half empty as I fill my glass
Shattered self-esteem and wrinkled tee, I hope this soon will pass
Out of class; This a testament to iron will infact
Fiction's coexistence make me wonder if my soul intact
I get so attached when I fall like dominoes
Get a slice, I′m coming through and she say vámonos
Yeah she like me, but I guarantee her momma won′t
Cause I got too much color on my skin to make this possible
I'm wading through waters on my own tools
Bench the chains off me, but I press em
And that′s old news
Paradox boxing with himself, since '02
I got five on it s′why a nigga hella cold too
Dog with it, but you know I ain't gon′ hold you
Disconnected; Better straighten up before I fold you
Played your cards right, but this my house and boy I told you
There's been a disconnect so straighten up before I fold you
Cup may runneth over
I'm half empty as I fill my glass
Shattered self-esteem and wrinkled tee, I hope this soon will pass
Out of class; This a testament to iron will infact
Fiction′s coexistence make me wonder if my soul intact
(I′m wading through these waters on my own tools)
(I'm wading through these-, I′m wading through these)
Uh
Cup may runneth over
I'm half empty as I fill my glass
Shattered self-esteem and wrinkled tee, I hope this soon will pass
Out of class; This a testament to iron will infact
Fiction's coexistence make me wonder if my soul intact
I get so attached when I fall like dominoes
Get a slice, I′m coming through and she say vámonos
Yeah she like me, but I guarantee her momma won′t
Cause I got too much color on my skin to make this possible
I'm wading through waters on my own tools
Bench the chains off me, but I press em
And that′s old news
Paradox boxing with himself, since '02
I got five on it s′why a nigga hella cold too
Dog with it, but you know I ain't gon′ hold you
Disconnected; Better straighten up before I fold you
Played your cards right, but this my house and boy I told you
There's been a disconnect so straighten up before I fold you
Cup may runneth over
I'm half empty as I fill my glass
Shattered self-esteem and wrinkled tee, I hope this soon will pass
Out of class; This a testament to iron will infact
Fiction′s coexistence make me wonder if my soul intact
(I′m wading through these waters on my own tools)
Writer(s): Olutimileyin Ogunjobi, Jonathan Eckhardt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com