Ooh, yeah
Toronto - Judeo
Straight from the north
Man, they passing duffel on me, custom belly check
Gold jacket, hood up, flakes freezing on my neck
View from the condo, seeing glowing through the glass
Group chat blowing, they like,"Boy, you moving fast"
Hush in the lobby, carpet, they like,"Oh, money"
Elevator mirror made the diamonds look funny
Mom call, ask you want, you eat?
I love to paint these zip code chains, not the past
Toronto, cold hands, hot tea, my heart on the floor
Top floor, tint, tint, I don't look for
Whole new city, but I'm still unsure
Turn the big, but roll, same soul, no more
Slow walk, blue street, breeze steam in the air
Puff a 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, Quincy, red mist
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 explain
Lights and forms, city, just a meeting
New skyline, same old feelings
I spent my youth trying to dodge that ceiling
Now watch the snow fall
Toronto, cold hands, hot tea, my heart on the floor
Top floor, tint, tint, I don't look for
Whole new city, but I'm still unsure
Turn the new bank roll, same soul, no more
