Centipeace by Trust The Child Lyrics
[Hook]
I’ve been tryna find me a center peace
Bout to buy a painting of me
Know I’m bout to crawl through the opening
Got a hunnid legs, centipede
Got a lot of food on my dinner plate
Got a lot of friends I don’t see
Know I’m bout to crawl through the opening
Got a hunnid legs, centipede
[Verse 1]
"You look like you talk too much, you write too much," I, igh–
You look like forgot your lunch, I brought an extra bag
He say that he atheist, he made for glory though
If you don’t believe then what the fuck is that?
Think I found a way to be okay
I scrape up that buffet
I'm upgrading all my routines
And all my skeletons be afraid
All of my life I done wrote cause I had to
Now all of you post and ya'll quality lackin
And all of us cyborgs but using it wrong
We spend two hours a day just on checkin the dashboard
I’m really insulted
My product got better cause I really wanted
To step up my soul like an ottoman
All of your talking and gossiping killing the culture
My family been broker, we came from the jungle and island
My baby Jamaican, we vibin
My parka, my lining, my scarf and my eye on your daughter
Lately I'm the one that she callin her father
Respect to that man, he a builder, we callin 'em shots
To the beat I'ma box
And I'm Adam and Eve in the garden that’s green
My light could not leave me
[Hook]
I’ve been tryna find me a center peace
Bout to buy a painting of me
Know I’m bout to crawl through the opening
Got a hunnid legs, centipede
Got a lot of food on my dinner plate
Got a lot of friends I don’t see
Know I’m bout to crawl through the opening
Got a hunnid legs, centipede
[Verse 2]
Center piece, center peace
Tryna find a better me, the old me is dead to me
Ya'll don’t like my new friends
I don’t like your energy
I don’t like people around that I tell good news to, they run around
And tryna get the bread off me
It's offensive
I’m triggered, you’re dead to me
I almost passed away at twenty-three
The Devil almost got the best of me
So fuck all of the searching for the friends
When they go change clothes, tell em watch for the legs (run it)
Count up your money
Don’t let that shit run you and start acting funny
Don’t let those mans tell you to sleep in your bed
Said fuck all the searching for friends
Don’t let them hoes tie up your legs
Don’t let her hate poison your veins
Just center yourself on a portrait and brush with a pen
Its medicine ink in my marrow and element, HOO
Hunnid new ways I could get it
Hope I don’t trip while I’m running for goals at the picnic table
When I’m hungry it’s evident, mixing metaphors in the palette
I'm legging and legging
And legging and legging
And legging and legging
And legging and legging it
Dinner I wrote, watch how I molt
All of y’all laughing like I told a joke
It’s not surprising
You still in your twenties, light gone from your eyes
Pray you don’t pass it to kids
All of y’all spirits like twenty side snake eyes, you set up for loss
I’m moving so much I can’t tell
If it’s me or the world that’s running lately
Center me
I’ve been tryna find me a center peace
Bout to buy a painting of me
Know I’m bout to crawl through the opening
Got a hunnid legs, centipede
Got a lot of food on my dinner plate
Got a lot of friends I don’t see
Know I’m bout to crawl through the opening
Got a hunnid legs, centipede
[Verse 1]
"You look like you talk too much, you write too much," I, igh–
You look like forgot your lunch, I brought an extra bag
He say that he atheist, he made for glory though
If you don’t believe then what the fuck is that?
Think I found a way to be okay
I scrape up that buffet
I'm upgrading all my routines
And all my skeletons be afraid
All of my life I done wrote cause I had to
Now all of you post and ya'll quality lackin
And all of us cyborgs but using it wrong
We spend two hours a day just on checkin the dashboard
I’m really insulted
My product got better cause I really wanted
To step up my soul like an ottoman
All of your talking and gossiping killing the culture
My family been broker, we came from the jungle and island
My baby Jamaican, we vibin
My parka, my lining, my scarf and my eye on your daughter
Lately I'm the one that she callin her father
Respect to that man, he a builder, we callin 'em shots
To the beat I'ma box
And I'm Adam and Eve in the garden that’s green
My light could not leave me
[Hook]
I’ve been tryna find me a center peace
Bout to buy a painting of me
Know I’m bout to crawl through the opening
Got a hunnid legs, centipede
Got a lot of food on my dinner plate
Got a lot of friends I don’t see
Know I’m bout to crawl through the opening
Got a hunnid legs, centipede
[Verse 2]
Center piece, center peace
Tryna find a better me, the old me is dead to me
Ya'll don’t like my new friends
I don’t like your energy
I don’t like people around that I tell good news to, they run around
And tryna get the bread off me
It's offensive
I’m triggered, you’re dead to me
I almost passed away at twenty-three
The Devil almost got the best of me
So fuck all of the searching for the friends
When they go change clothes, tell em watch for the legs (run it)
Count up your money
Don’t let that shit run you and start acting funny
Don’t let those mans tell you to sleep in your bed
Said fuck all the searching for friends
Don’t let them hoes tie up your legs
Don’t let her hate poison your veins
Just center yourself on a portrait and brush with a pen
Its medicine ink in my marrow and element, HOO
Hunnid new ways I could get it
Hope I don’t trip while I’m running for goals at the picnic table
When I’m hungry it’s evident, mixing metaphors in the palette
I'm legging and legging
And legging and legging
And legging and legging
And legging and legging it
Dinner I wrote, watch how I molt
All of y’all laughing like I told a joke
It’s not surprising
You still in your twenties, light gone from your eyes
Pray you don’t pass it to kids
All of y’all spirits like twenty side snake eyes, you set up for loss
I’m moving so much I can’t tell
If it’s me or the world that’s running lately
Center me