Toronto - Judeo
Straight from the north really
Land at Pearson, they follow me, custom barely checked
Gold jacket hood up, flakes freezing on my neck
You from the condo, seeing glowing through the glass
Group chat blowing, they like,"Boy, you moving fast"
Hush in the lobby, carpet did like,"Oh, money"
Elevate the mirror, made the diamonds look funny
Mom call, ask you want your weed, I laugh
To pain deep, zip code change, not the past
Cold hands, I keep my heart of floral
Top floor, 10 hit, I don't look for wrong
Whole new city, but I'm still on short
New bank rolls, same soul, need more
Slow walk, lower street, breathe steam in the air
Fuck for cold, heavy, I still feel light, I swear
Back home talking, they say I flip when strange
Truth is, I hate how it feel when nothing change
Late night, Uber black, green seat, red mink
Lip gloss stain on the rim of a drink
She say,"Teach me how you turn stress into chains"
I say,"Pain is a teacher, I just learned to explain"
Flight form, signatures needing new
Skyline, same old feelings I spent my youth
Trying to dodge that ceiling, now I watch the snow fall still healing
Cold hands, I keep my heart of floral
Top floor, 10 hit, I don't look for wrong
Whole new city, but I'm still on short
New bank rolls, same soul, need more
