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teddi & klovd san - siddhartha كلمات الأغنية

under the tree
i finally see
let’s go

my soul felt more at home when i read siddhartha
put on a madlib beat i’ll just go harder
freshman on varsity, dreams of being a starter
tryna find my holy grail, magna carta
writing all these rhymes i use my pen as my sword and armor
all the doubters who inspired me, just call it karma
got the mind of an emperor, destroy and concur
sh_t i knew she was dope, playing schoolboy and yonkers
california golden boy, still hooping in harlem
listening to biggie, attitude of a spartan
every rapper prepping for a fist fight, get my knife and sharpen
feel likе the art is lost in likes, burden of bargaining
bеsides freddie, griselda, kenny, cole, y’all soft like a cardigan
no stopping him, he marching in, no marketing, just marvelous flows
purple poet preaching in that poly phonic prose, never hesitating euro stepping with the finger roll

i do this for the art everything else just gets shaded in, i play to win
teddi spits so reckless needa safety pin, you baby thin
i’m big body like body, wearing leopard skin
flow craziest, my pops pulled me aside, said, “boy you made for this”

my paradise consists of full courts with broken nets
sitting on the side, sharing a pie, i guess more is less
keep my head up high, this quarantine it felt like house arrest
living in the city hearing shots sound like the wild west
looking for my bonnie and i’ve….. find that treasure chest
dancing with the elements, don’t know which one’ll lead me next
riding on pink elephants, my dreams they feel like future tense
providing sole excellence, whatchu expect that’s common sense
look/ i’m the new age tiny archibald
with flows that make you feel like your on cobble stones with headphone on
we met at dawn, than back to hers, we f_cking with frank ocean on
and it’s okay though, we had italian last night, she only had the vino didn’t touch her linguini alfredo
wordsmith, willing to burn bridges, for b_tches curving homies that’s ignoring they disposition
walking out and seeing broke bottles in the living room
you naked on the sofa, sh_t what i’m gonna do with you
2012 ‘melo knicks at the garden, those the vibes i’m walking with i’m up on 111
homie said he comin from the east and he goin be a second
yea, always alone with my music, keep my mind company, no matter what the mood is
if life is just a dream than i guess i’m living lucid
flow therapeutic too sick for these corny rappers
they could be my pupils but it’s better when teddi’s the subject matter
obsession with the music, sh_t
knew i was an artist back when i was hooping
didn’t know how to rap, so i was in the gym shooting
free throws thinking about this girl that i was losing
a tree grows, only when the flowers around it blooming
and she know, when we get together we’re always grooving
to you know i’m no good by amy and you prove it
that, “h_llo,” was just an introduction to those two lips
that tight grip, blasting off like you was on a sp_ce ship
my last trip, got me thinkin bout if we were fated to make it
but that might be too crazy i’ma tryn stay sl!ck
wild how word play willed into an art form
weird why doomsday, made me understand my platform
there ain’t nothin but time so why would i ever conform
some heads just don’t understand, i’m more than just another figure
painting pictures in my mind the third eye make the brush stroke shimmer
always a beginner, guess the sky’s not a limit
just a starting point that ima pass in bout a, new york minute

teddi took some mild drugs and felt the effects of the legless lizard
turned into a wizard, time alone locked away working
the expedition of the purple poet, the realization of everything he’s been learning
overseas, no regrets, just art projects he’s contemplates, creates, inside his head
laying awake in bed, thinking about his music instead of hanging out with friends
cause he’s fed up, with relationships that always end in tears and a love letter
so he takes a ladder, the stars from the sky, puts on sinatra and there’s nothing better
picks his head up, looks around the tree and understands that in reality everybody, even his enemies, is he

- teddi klovd san

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