Noname - Part of me ft. Benjamin Earl Turner, Phoelix (Official Audio)

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Noname - Part of me ft. Benjamin Earl Turner, Phoelix (Official Audio)

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LYRICS

I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed

I can't pretend I'm not myself

But if you go wipe your shoes before you leave

I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed

I can't pretend I'm not myself

But if you go wipe your shoes before you leave

Riddle me this, Mona Lisa piece of pepperoni

Smilin' over phony speakers, gettin' a fit

Often off of the shits, it's a party at my granny house

Now birthdays and funerals will only bring the family out

Riddle me new, politician do a dance for me

Hot potato, milly rock, devastation of kiddy bop

Idiot, itty bitty resentfulness

Riddle me gone, Chicago go go bye

Chicago East roam savage

Ashes for backstage passes

Ashes to house on Ashland

Chicago go go Kobe

Move to L.A. county

But all my old life there

But all my new life there

Riddle me, Lord, forgive me

I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed

I can't pretend I'm not myself

But if you go wipe your shoes before you leave

I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed

I can't pretend I'm not myself

But if you go wipe your shoes before you leave

Shaking the dust off my heel as I get infected

Weekend trips to my aunties was an antiseptic

The fat boy anorexic ain't admit

'Cause my complexion rich like an Etch-a-Sketch

I'm sculpting the pain in 'em like ammonia Lewis

My notebooks less Jesus, more gospel to it

Let's holler and hoop and my niggas is stupid, my niggas is shooting

Your interpretation of that last bar will tell me where you was rooted

Me and mines amongst the popular still

I'm talking moonshine, night walkin', underground, high stakin'

Cop'll put the choppa on ya, make the pupils dilate

Oh what a drug is fear, oh what a love is close

Oh at the crib with the coupe deville with the

Overdose that made jealousy dance on the crowd

I been everywhere, everywhere let me down

Worn every hat every hat with a crown

Now every head bowed, dear God

I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed

I can't pretend I'm not myself

But if you go wipe your shoes before you leave

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