Coronation Day Lyrics

Put a hand in the air

Long live the kings and the queens

And the niggas in between and beyond

In the land of your wildest fucking dreams

Or nightmares

Hope you whoop yo demons' ass til they scared

To ever come back around here

I practice authenticity

And if that don't resonate

Then you ain't gotta listen to me

I wonder if I found the receipts to my degree

I could get my money back

Cause it ain't quite a good fit see

A fuckin antiquated token

Some nigga holding the bucket said that I gotta show 'em

And maybe if I'm lucky

I could get the chance to compete in the race

With the rats eating trash

Near the grass with the snakes

We all fake

None of us too real to die

I believed in Ye when he said I'mma touch the sky

But now I'm past the age where it's easy to believe

In things unexplained like why

I been held in bondage for a really long time

I ain't lying bruh, it really is all in the mind

Look at where the lines are drawn

Boundaries you'd never cross

Then recognize that it's subject to your paradigms

I get elated when alone in my room

In the mirror looking fly

An aesthetic I'd never try

Back in the days when I was engaged

I used to pray that a woman could accept me

If I ain't have to lie.

If I wasn't a cool nigga in J's

Wearing jeans that straddled the line of being too tight

For a man of my type as told by the outside

But fuck y'all niggas its time that you recognize

The mothafuckin' king

Put a hand in the air

Long live the kings and the queens

And the niggas in between and beyond

In the land of your wildest fucking dreams

Or nightmares

Hope you whoop yo demons' ass til they scared

To ever come back around here

Put a hand in the air

Long live the kings and the queens

And the niggas in between and beyond

In the land of your wildest fucking dreams

Or nightmares

Hope you whoop yo demons' ass til they scared

To ever come back around here