Paroles A blooming bloodfruit in a hoodie Ambrose Akinmusire

A blooming bloodfruit in a hoodie

A-yo son of the Aquarius
Scorpion water flow
This all infinite
Never mind, who cares
I’m getting all lit up in expensive whips
That a young player used to fucking dream about
Breathing in angels
Breathing the demons out
Even the feelings outs
Remember the struggles
And fucking learn from it
Or at the very least earn from it
Make it fucking work now
Gauges a cursed bone carriages
Encased in a worse know
Toxic ideologies
Vision of vaccine
A cure even
The blur reasonings
Rearing they heads like a hydra
Blood in my eye bruh and I can’t see
But I still lead like a one eyed king
Up in Atlanta the blind bruh
I got my man on the line
He got one last job for a player
The sun blast ra star flavor
On the highs of all of out neighbors
On this rock we be spinning on
Winter fall summer spring
Various degrees of the varying heat
Emanating off of the very thing
All life sprung from
Hung dumb deaf blind
Silent in a cold dip
Black of the void
I’m snap macking I’m cracking
I’m gas and I’m blacking out
Ask about me
Shit
Sit back
Laugh about it
Weep about it
You couldn’t creep around it
So high you can’t get over it
So low you can’t get under it
So ho you can’t add to it
Multiply it, divide it, subtract from it
Over-stand the math of a child
And just province it
[?] Township
Please slide through the avenues
Everything’s everything
Understand most songs
Are just phrases and sentences
Every last song is a long sigh
A breathe in the middle of one single run-on sentence
Every last bar I meant it
Run it back
Hear it again
That’s everything
We are the universe
Learning to love itself
Swirling in color and light
Sound waves
Swimming through gravities
Existence is a network of magnetism
Rolling hypnoses
Fingers in the air feel the cosmic curvatures
Overtures
Written in the air like a cool breeze
Enter the second movement
Repetition is a form of change
I’m home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
I got a cantelope sliced up juiciest division
Twice as sweet
I’m high as a peach in a peach tree
Blessed with the lessons the earth teach me
Rapped is a natural way of speaking
Rhyming is more than a pneumonic device
It’s the true nature of language
The way it was meant to be spoken
Now i’m joking
I’m bullshiting man
Nothing is anything
Everything I saw feels beautiful
Listen to the tunes they truly are beautiful
Music is musical
Amusingly musing all the [?] two or more [5:08]
I don’t even know what I do it for
[?] I’m a blue boy jazz dude
Rap in a bar with the casual manner of a man who be asking about tattoos
And they significances
Listen to the different changes
We live in the cages
Arranged in the strange sick patterns
We made them ourselves with our anguish
And they will decay and disintegrate
Love only loves it could never begin to hate
Freestyles shows but the written a printed tape
Give them a little thing to remember me by
A little keepsake
A little memento
The honorable venerable
Animal mineral vegetable
Respectable anything anything
Say the first thing that pop into my little dome piece
Spit poems into your phone
Yeesh
Leave a message begin at the tone the beep
Trail love thinking about how it ought to be said
Am I even alive man
I gotta be dead

Yes ya’ll and it don’t quit
Cheeba cheeba ya’ll
And it don’t stop
And it don’t quit
Yes yes ya’ll and it don’t stop
Cheeba cheeba ya’ll
And it don’t quit
Yes ya’ll are with the
Best of all of them
Gang shit
Throw ya set up
Please slide through the avenue
Diagonal
Pussies get wetter
America
Americana
Amerikanah
Brrrt-brrrt
Please slide through the avenue
Diagonal
Yes ya’ll and it don’t stop
Cheeba cheeba ya’ll
And it don’t quit
To the beat ya’ll
And it don’t stop
And it don’t stop rocking
To the bang bang boogie
The bang bang the boogie the beat
Yes ya’ll are with the
Best of all of them
Cheeba cheeba ya’ll and it don’t stop
Freak freak ya’ll and it don’t stop
Real hip hop and it don’t stop
Yes ya’ll

To the beat ya’ll
And it don’t stop
Freak freak and it don’t stop

Real trash shit
Gang gang
Trap
Trap shit
Throw ya set up
Whooop
Brrrt
Bra-braw-brow
Pussies get wetter

A light in a cold night