thoughts Lyrics

Reality is in the mirror

I dont let nobody tell me different

Cause i know the feeling

Same rasta, locs bigger

I'm the coolest of all time thats how i'm living

One heaven of a man, two chirren

Body of work organic and i'm the lyrics

I gotta make em perfect, thinking too much

But i dont get a headache, its sumn like a rush

And i be feeling stuck sometimes

asking myself why

But this is remembrance

And do it specific

If nobody will hear me then the music will listen

Thats the reason i started so then you know ima finish

And i aint feeling sorry no need to apologize

I'm iyasu the saint i'm still wearing 4 i's

It was only an interlude before i elevated

Thank you for listening to what i think

Hook: I aint never too fake to my lord

I'm not considered a race to my lord

I like to look in the face of my lord

Color you cannot erase from my lord