Fleece by Akinyemi Lyrics
[hook]
There’s a fleece sweater
And it’s waiting for the winter
Dust keep calling
Phone never hit the finger
Trust these orders
That the weather isn’t bigger
Plus these coordinates
Enveloping a winner (now)
Fleece sweater
And it’s waiting for the winter
Dust keep calling
Phone never hit the finger
Trust these orders
That the weather isn’t bigger
Plus these coordinates
Enveloping a winner
Now…
[verse]
Many will do it, many compete
Few face the weather, replenishing on heat
Soon the embellishment settling lost feats
Of the fools who develop a sediment off ease
Appease amends of armies again
The long fees offend a farm, seize your pen
And harm knees, ascend to swarm legions in
The calm breeze begins along grievances
The more seasons change, I’m gon’ read some things
The four regions bring ignored reasoning
Of all, we could sing a song deepening
A cause, leaders bring the gong
Peace is reinforced
Wait. (drop)
A different direction soon to relay
The suitable inflection is soon to fuse a debate
But who is you to question the rules amusing to say
That the tools, moving in space
View a movement away
But a race, towards time and matter
They do matter
The fumes infused with tools
Choose whose ladder
A fool who’s after
Lewd and cruel laughter
Soon to choose chapters
Doomed assumed captor
Slip, fall
No reason to all
To stall
Lets keep rocking
Till the key in the door
Evolve
Bless each profit
We receiving to ball
Of course
This peace pocket
Is a reason to call
But there’s a...
[hook]
There’s a fleece sweater
And it’s waiting for the winter
Dust keep calling
Phone never hit the finger
Trust these orders
That the weather isn’t bigger
Plus these coordinates
Enveloping a winner (now)
Fleece sweater
And it’s waiting for the winter
Dust keep calling
Phone never hit the finger
Trust these orders
That the weather isn’t bigger
Plus these coordinates
Enveloping a winner
Now…
(Daniel Winshall - bass solo)
[beat switch into Lionmilk production]
[verse]
I wear that fleece in the winter underneath
Wear it through the dust keeping calling on your seat
All I need is onetime then they gon’ see
That I ain’t never change for nobody but me
Add a little outro, add a little keys
Chop a little drum loop, throw it in the beat
Drop a little dairy, Lionmilk gon’ need
Dan on the bass, Duquette overseas
Well.. after this is winter, opposite of summer
I conformed to the norms, they enveloped, it’s a bummer
What they want is all that boom-bap
I’m singing on a new track
I’m talking about highway
Where my mindset on the come-up
Had a show in Philly
Scooped Radamiz and History
And then we making History
I blacked up on that Ethik stage
DJ Cutbird wondering if the plug work
Tire blew out
And I’m stuck with a loose rubber
[fuck]
Summers, a product of past experiences
Government coming for where your larynx is
Nigga, your voice, your soul, nigga, your passion
Summers, is a message that this nigga ain’t lacking
Well, I proceed to learn more, I’m still humble
Studying the code while I write, I still juggle (huh)
Both worlds, asking why I ain’t drop yet
I got a year left nigga, where your mindset
I’m gon graduate, get my degree in Computer Science
And apply it to the real world, pearl
What could I develop?
What could I create?
Something you vibe with
Something you could Sway In The morning
While you eating cereal with your kids, but
Maybe you ain’t got none
Maybe you like me
Maybe you from New York
Hitting the lite feet
Maybe you was lost
In a sweater that’s fleece
There’s a fleece sweater
And it’s waiting for the winter
Dust keep calling
Phone never hit the finger
Trust these orders
That the weather isn’t bigger
Plus these coordinates
Enveloping a winner (now)
Fleece sweater
And it’s waiting for the winter
Dust keep calling
Phone never hit the finger
Trust these orders
That the weather isn’t bigger
Plus these coordinates
Enveloping a winner
Now…
[verse]
Many will do it, many compete
Few face the weather, replenishing on heat
Soon the embellishment settling lost feats
Of the fools who develop a sediment off ease
Appease amends of armies again
The long fees offend a farm, seize your pen
And harm knees, ascend to swarm legions in
The calm breeze begins along grievances
The more seasons change, I’m gon’ read some things
The four regions bring ignored reasoning
Of all, we could sing a song deepening
A cause, leaders bring the gong
Peace is reinforced
Wait. (drop)
A different direction soon to relay
The suitable inflection is soon to fuse a debate
But who is you to question the rules amusing to say
That the tools, moving in space
View a movement away
But a race, towards time and matter
They do matter
The fumes infused with tools
Choose whose ladder
A fool who’s after
Lewd and cruel laughter
Soon to choose chapters
Doomed assumed captor
Slip, fall
No reason to all
To stall
Lets keep rocking
Till the key in the door
Evolve
Bless each profit
We receiving to ball
Of course
This peace pocket
Is a reason to call
But there’s a...
[hook]
There’s a fleece sweater
And it’s waiting for the winter
Dust keep calling
Phone never hit the finger
Trust these orders
That the weather isn’t bigger
Plus these coordinates
Enveloping a winner (now)
Fleece sweater
And it’s waiting for the winter
Dust keep calling
Phone never hit the finger
Trust these orders
That the weather isn’t bigger
Plus these coordinates
Enveloping a winner
Now…
(Daniel Winshall - bass solo)
[beat switch into Lionmilk production]
[verse]
I wear that fleece in the winter underneath
Wear it through the dust keeping calling on your seat
All I need is onetime then they gon’ see
That I ain’t never change for nobody but me
Add a little outro, add a little keys
Chop a little drum loop, throw it in the beat
Drop a little dairy, Lionmilk gon’ need
Dan on the bass, Duquette overseas
Well.. after this is winter, opposite of summer
I conformed to the norms, they enveloped, it’s a bummer
What they want is all that boom-bap
I’m singing on a new track
I’m talking about highway
Where my mindset on the come-up
Had a show in Philly
Scooped Radamiz and History
And then we making History
I blacked up on that Ethik stage
DJ Cutbird wondering if the plug work
Tire blew out
And I’m stuck with a loose rubber
[fuck]
Summers, a product of past experiences
Government coming for where your larynx is
Nigga, your voice, your soul, nigga, your passion
Summers, is a message that this nigga ain’t lacking
Well, I proceed to learn more, I’m still humble
Studying the code while I write, I still juggle (huh)
Both worlds, asking why I ain’t drop yet
I got a year left nigga, where your mindset
I’m gon graduate, get my degree in Computer Science
And apply it to the real world, pearl
What could I develop?
What could I create?
Something you vibe with
Something you could Sway In The morning
While you eating cereal with your kids, but
Maybe you ain’t got none
Maybe you like me
Maybe you from New York
Hitting the lite feet
Maybe you was lost
In a sweater that’s fleece