Mossblerd
Bartees Strange
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Genres keep us in our boxes
Keep us from our commas
Keep us niggas hopeless
Keep us from our options
Let a nigga springboard
Let a God’s wing’s burn
If I can’t play the beacon
I'ma bring the mossblerd
I been sleeping standing, transfiguration
Pull up on these white folks
Park slope abandoned
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Used to hate my body
They tried to kill my spirit
I aint air the club out, but my brother did it
He did 12 in county
Might as well be quintin', bred in hidden valley
I just seen his son out, mixing beats on Insta
He don’t know no better
He just getting fucked up off the these genres
Keep us in our boxes
Keep us all from commas
Keep us niggas hopeless
Keep us from our options
Let a nigga springboard
Let a God’s wing’s burn
If I can’t play the beacon
I'ma bring the mossblerd