Postpostpartum

Woo Woo Don't you know? I had my arms open Soak it all in Postpostpartum This go hard and we all in Don't you know? I had my arms open Yeah, soak it all in I was postpartum But please, don't guard him Pardon me for yawnin' Nigga, we all in I was talkin' jargon We was posted on the wall, while I See, who's wildin' Word, word Nigga, we all in, peace, oh (Check it, yeah) I was hurtin' from birthin' niggas Shit, got into my mental yeah All these little lowercase T's On instrumentals, oh, please This gon' be gentle, yeah Drawn from the stencils, eh Seein' all the itty-bitty knees, all 'bout to tremble But see, why am I salty, yeah? Shit, I should be honored, yeah But now they runnin' laps around me See, that's the problem you see I'm just doin' my thing But then they profit like bees To a pollen, now see They see my problem And you look around and you look just like the moon (My little man, you gon' need way more, to seduce all of this) I'm birthin' niggas Nigga, you birthin' niggas (To follow suit, then them cynics they 'gon follow you) (That's the way uncle Shane did it, and that's gon' follow you) (Further than fucking time and fall into a sun, and part of it is done) (But it's hardly just begun) I'd rather burn at the stake than boil in a pot But you gotta pull 'em from the roots when you pull the plug (?) It's been a blessing just to see you grow But soon you see red I should've seen red, shit You already know, we tried every angle Turned over every trick, every stone, shit One more to go (please, it just turned to my season) (I'll bow down at your feet nigga, Geronimo) (I had my arms to the sea, but now they gotta go) And you look around and the love's just like the moon (So we gotta go) Maybe you birthin' niggas Nigga, you birthin' niggas (See, my man) I gotta be, gotta dog the freak, oh no --- Postpostpartum - Injury Reserve