Mossblerd lyrics
by Bartees Strange
Genres
Keep us in our boxes
Keep us from our commas
Keep us n*ggas hopeless
Keep us from our options
Let a n*gga springboard
Let a god's wings burn
If I can't play the Beacon
Then Imma bring the Mossblerd
I been sleeping standing
Transfiguration
Pull up on these white folks
Park Slope Abandoned
Used to hate my body
They tried to kill my spirit
I ain't air the club out
But my brother - did it
He did 12 in county
Might as well be Quentin
Bred in Hidden Valley
I just seen his son out
Mixing beats on Insta
He don't know no better
He just getting f*cked up off these genres
Keep us in our boxes
Keep us all from commas
Keep us n*ggas hopeless
Keep us from our options
Let a n*gga springboard
Let a god's wing's burn
If I can't play the beacon
Imma bring the Mossblerd