I do it for the beauty
And that's usually where they lose me
That's not music, you using that term too loosely
I can see you tip toeing on a tight rope
And you don't listen that's aight though
Just keep tweaking I can hear these trees speaking
They tell me where the light go
At night when the high's low
And everything's chill because I feel like a light show
And money makes the world go psycho
I wonder why these girls so ice cold
Says the snow man he really gives no damn
He did it for show and won't admit it yeah I know
Time is a wheel on a steel plate
Life isn't real let's get real great
I don't feel and I feel great
I'm so real and it feels great
And I don't fuck wit these niggas they talk too tough
I don't fuck wit these bitches they talk too much
The neutrality salary way too low
Low lifes long nights no love just us
In the mirror it feel it's thrill the feel it cut
Know the real is under the need to reel it up
Your three dimensions aren't real enough
I need the end
So I be born again
It's like I died for the beauty
And that's usually where they lose me
And Lauryn Hill taught me bout the Lost Ones
So I guess this ones for the Fugees
For my OG who really got that shit through me
And my old friends who thought they knew me
Made me bigger and better so now I can do me
Thanks for the beauty