Young Wabo
Swords
Breathe in

Up like the sunrise
Got rid of the soul ties
Burning kush, apples pies
Compromise my demise

Celtic green my bands hoe
Easter pink my cup hoe
Bleeding love, that rojo
Bleeding love, that rojo

You never know until you do
The sacrifice for revenue
The sacrilege they telling you
They only wanna limit you

We at the sun speak, equinox
They keep us swords in the box
Cause we at the door, didn't knock
Itching for it, like chickenpox

Aye, are you for real?
Are you for real?
Aye, are you for real?
Is he for-
Inside the crib so you know I ain’t showing face
Outside the house, still don’t show my face
As of late, all my mind do is race
Skipping to my lou, moving at a fluid pace

You know this great, but they won’t notice this
Gotta make a decision, don’t give fuck what you think
Titanic with the flow but this boat won't sink
I always find a way to float when the dome goes blank
Eyes closed so the ghosts in the corner don’t stay

It’s weight on my shoulders like boulders again
I thought I told you don’t fold when I bend
Life is sword but that shit double edged
But that shit double edged

Are you for real?
Are you for real? (Are you for real dawg?)
Are you for real?
Are you for real? (Are you for real dawg?)

It’s weight on my shoulders like boulders again
I thought I told you don’t fold when I bend
Life is sword but that shit double edged
But that shit double edged