PARHELION ft. Kevin Johann Lyrics

Do you remember the odd days

Recollection of the past, a mask

Would only cover the small things

Too many nights writing lyrics, sayin' em softly

You can place a bet I finna make it, I parlay

My Paps he been a gambling man, so, I get that and his hands

Workin' hard to feed the fam is all I learned from the man

Makin' music to my fam was a fantasy plan

Y'all be sleepin' on my city, you at Fantasyland

Had some dull moments

I'm sorry if you were involved

When my skull moving

Better know I stay ahead of y'all

Clean cut like James Bond

Saw the writing on the wall

And spray painted the message sayin'

"You can kiss my balls"

Uh uh

Haters gonna hate

Yeah, lovers gonna break

Family forever, but the garden full of snakes

Always call me bro, but the homies can't relate

And I stay self aware and too honest

Shook hands with my conscious, responsive

Life feelin' different after I left college

Gained all the knowledge, that's how I show progress

Validation ain't required when your name passed out

My raps south, they cold when I write shit down

Y'all be lookin' with oddness

So my presence an odd flex

They ask me why I do it, I be hearing it often

I said I do it for the money so the fam is living gold

Money masquerade the you they didn't see when you was broke

Why the come up hittin' different when the hit ups bein' instant

Coming to my senses, cause I never used to listen

Tryna make my mama's eyes glisten

Tough love given, Ma raised me on resilience

I ain't know the world and every person that's in it

But we all got problems and nobody gon' fix em but you

Nobody gon fix em but you

Nobody gon fix em but you

Nobody gon fix em but you

Nobody gon fix em but you

The older I get

Time be goin' too slow

I be blinkin' and thinkin'

That was some time ago

But where did I go?

Flyer than a clock the way that time pass

Tryna catch the time, but I won't extend a hand

Yes I am, a little different from my past

I'm relaxed, mouth open, but I swear I ain't all that

What to you a value

What you think that ideal life is

And could you buy it? Or is the value too priceless

Want the money for mummy

The homies keep it a hunnid

When I gave my mama Louis

She laughed I said "Ironic huh?"

Hope the homies make it even if its 'fore my chance comes

Mama motivating me to go and pass them

Man this gray city be the place that I'm from

Where they only use the mace cause they can't afford guns