No Returns Lyrics

Yeah. Who thought I'd be back here? Famo? Its like a long kiss. Goodbye, that is. Well this is more like good morning. Good morning!

How much you pay for it

Yeah! Y'all ready? Uh

How much you pay for it

K.R baby! The heart baby

How much you pay for it

The sigh baby! The Tic! Y'all coming with me

How much you pay for it

I'ma take you on a journey. Let's go

I hope you got your receipts

A seed planted in souls

Exponential growth as the planet evolves

To chase the footprints of culture, from the source

It's been about the language of hope

Though what bastardized the language we spoke left it damaged in smoke

Hieroglyphics in a cave man era, it's an account of what made man better

Caught with the same antennae as todays man, yet a

Deficit emerges. This verse is a proven prerequisite of purpose

Incursive is the writing of time

Art's the opposite of dim, sparking yours while enlightening mine

A bleaching cream for the brain, but here black isn't beautiful

Double agent, trying to kill it while I clap at its funeral

While I love it, I'm still mad at the art

The isolation it brings was in the fine print back at the start

And the reason us flow dealers is living as broke niggaz

We see the whole thing but all we read is the bold letters

These are the rules we try to sanctify and bandage

Living like a caveman trying to paint without a language

I speak the tongues of many but frequently some forget me

The price you put on my head has made me become so petty

Hey

How much you paid for it

I hope you got your receipts all I'm asking is

How much you paid for it

I hope you got your receipts all I'm asking is

How much you paid for it

I hope you kept your receipts all I'm asking is

How much you paid for it

I hope you got your receipts

Lately I've been thinking me and Kolo should make a baby

Something I can love regardless of whether it hates me

Niggaz smiles tend to falter whenever they face me

Cuz I said rap's better without the dough like a pastry

Standing at this mountain peak, (shhh!) I am about to speak

Forget the sheep son, I count the wolves when I am about to sleep

Trap cats sicken me, singing fellas bore me

So if the shoe fits then it's a Cinderella story

They wonder how I'm happy to play a martyr

While I wonder how ba Kaps is happy to play a barber

I wonder whether John is happy to play a cabbie

Like how's a K.R.Y.T.I.C playing second tier to a Slapdee

And that's no beef to Malcolm

I'm a modern day Malcolm on that balcony, this is a eulogy and not an album

That's no beef to Malcolm

I'm a modern day Malcom on that balcony, this is a eulogy and not an album

How much you pay for it

Cuz you grow and you learn. You spend your whole life chasing balloons with no concern. Until it pops and you realize there's just no returns