Adrian Black

Lyrics

Can't stand to be under an undercover lover
Baby you know I like ya on top
Ya can't be my mother, no other lover
Can love me 'til the last drop
I want to write this thesis about your pieces
And your accomplishments
Me miro mi rolej, yo I check I the roley
Can't say how much time I spent
Trying to figure out all the amounts
To make an account for every ounce of that
Man I wanna pounce or drink from the fount
And I have no doubt that you are a cloud
A fleeting moment in time

Can't stand to be under an undercover lover
Baby you know I like it all over
Ya can't be my mother, no other lover
Will let you cry on his shoulder
I want to write a sonnet inside your bonnet
So you can rock that shit
Me miro mi rolej, yo I check I the roley
Realized that time ain't shit
Trying to figure out all the amounts
To make an account for every ounce of that
Man I wanna pounce or drink from the fount
And I have no doubt that you are a cloud
A fleeting moment in time
A fleeting moment in rhyme
A fleeting moment in space
A fleeting moment in waists
A fleeting moment inside
A fleeting moment in stride
A fleeting moment in sound
A fleeting moment in town
A fleeting moment I'm home
A fleeting moment I'm gone

Nothing lasts forever but forever I rhyme
Lighter than a feather to forever we climb
Never on lazy live a life in recline
On the treadmill with the hill incline
Man I keep a beat, keep the heat in time
Electro funk for your soul and mind
Living in the paz but that's peace not time
Por amigos I flows with signs
Man I speak brail, holy grail oh my
Go to holy hell if you cuts my line
I want change and sense in timelines
Or backbones withstanding these times
Beginnings is humble, so I don't fumble
No I don't mumble, this speak up rap
Man on the humble, command zag and undo
The flow is rapunzel and that is a fact
A beautiful take, and that is a wrap
It's all said and done and it's ya last act, yo
Moms want a lex, I wanna pay my loans back
Then buy a house, sell it out, and flip that
Invest in kickstarters from the hood and get stacks
Then cut tax for myself with give backs
Say ya gotta give out to get back
Satan get me behind get back
Remember the kids that use to get left back
Doing alright 'cause opinions ain't facts, preach dat
Preach dat, boy you could preach dat
Got dominion in Virginia boy you could preach dat
Put the ill in Danville, it's so true I seek dat
When I come to the city, they greet wit heat pack
The loud pack, oh well that's that
Syncopated spitter for the feet to pit pat