The Cleanse by Sylvan LaCue Lyrics

Awe fuck it nigga I'll begin
Wise box on my cardigan
Pledge allegiance to my audience
My temple needed all the cleanse
Strawberries, apples, oranges
Spirit in me, I don't fall for trends
Desert storm with the denim jean fleece
My god, who's offin' him?
Swear to Ja I'll be on the mends
[???], copped an awesome Benz
While they gave you that
Much mozzarella just to look good
Loose it with an awful end
Puttin trusts into all my friends
I'm a real nigga offerin'

[Hook]
Whoa, whoa
Girl do you like my coat?
Got this shit from the store
Thriftin's still the way to go
Whoa, whoa
Granddaddy came from the boat
Hashian probably on dope
Nigga ain't even have clothes, yeah
I won't lose it
All my circumstances brought me all of this game
Focusin' on my improvements even when I dealt with shame
Spendin' fina keep a roof over my mental, dog, I ain't playin'
Fuck acceptance, I need God, please get me off of this plane
[Verse 2]
I need a blunt and a scripture
Shit's getting realer and realer
Call out some niggas in jealousy
No you will not be the death of me
Fuck all that [???] telling me
I'm back to rep'in my legacy
I know what you think of telepathy
But I got a whole other recipe
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