[VII/XII] Flying Lotus (Freestyle)

[Intro]

Yeah

Reminisce, reminisce

Uh huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse: Big K.R.I.T.]

I'm praying for you even if you don't ask

Just in case the drank and the dank might be our last

And those times we laugh and smile become a thing of the past

I'd rather smell the flowers now before I'm under the grass

I know, We got a habit of holding onto those grudges

Emergency brake loving, some folks just ain't budging

For they kinfolk, Until they ride in that limo

Kind of parade that you don't wave out the window

That's a sad story, we never dreamed we make it past 40

Now that we pushing 30 living fast just ain't worth it

I'm trying to plant a seed and grow it on the richest surface

Have a child with my queen the closest thing to being perfect

Perhaps this verse is better suited for a song

But sometimes a hook can water down what's going on

And a freestyle will get the point across before too long

I pray my words chime like church bells when I'm gone

The lifestyle of rippin' and runnin' is cool for starters

I'm trying to live for now and still focus on tomorrow

Uplifting times of sorrow even if the time is borrowed

And be the kind of king like my father

All I ever wanted was to make my parents proud

Ever since I left the 'Sip and got my ass up off the couch

The road less traveled, but I wouldn't change the route

I put up with the bullshit to put on for the Sou'

A lesson learned, Cause shit get crazy when you're finally grown

Despite the silent nights, God never left me on my own, made me strong

Now I gotta big up my family big up my friends

So if these bigots belittle, we'll be bigger than them

I seen it though, clear as day

I get tired of leaving home, sometimes I'd rather stay

And kick it to my pops about the biz, parlay with my brothers and hang out with they kids

I hope they still remember who their uncle really is

I heard they're walking now, no more crawling in the crib

No more drinkin' bottles cause they askin' for a sip, I can't let ya

Thinkin' back when grandma used to give me all those lectures

Now that I'm older I can see from her perspective

That money don't buy love, happiness, or Heaven, blessings

I hope my tone convey that I'm serious and that you feel it

If these my last words, let them be more than lyrics, Krizzle

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]

This is for if you reminisce over me, my God

This is for if you reminisce over me, my God

This is for if you reminisce over me, my God (Krizzle)

This is for if you reminisce over me, my God

This is for if you reminisce over me, my God

This is for if you reminisce over me, my God