"Rediscover" lyrics - SKYZOO

SKYZOO
"Rediscover"
(J. Barnes / Torae Carr / G. Taylor)

My discovery different
16's made a way, if you want it, you get it
A couple wasn't as lucky but if you love it, you live it
Throwing ones in the john, makes you pumping the liquid
OK, rediscover me, I just be what I should be
A king... my thing work like a charm but if this genie up and leave
My friends work with the bomb and I just need what I just need
It's whatever for this living if this living sublime
How they living in the maybes, subliminal lines
The subliminals they giving you is different from mine
'Cause I don't get you no subliminals, my shit is defined
And if you don't get it today, then shit, get in the line
And as you scroll through your calendar you'll get it in time
They say a five-year plan is at the end of this line
And I'm just tryna find the heart that starts giving you kind
Rediscover

Discover yourself, uncover what else
When it's done, did you do it for the love or the wealth?
If you love it could you do it if it's stuck on a shelf?
Look in the mirror and still fuck with yourself, never somebody else?
It's taking me hell to be king just like Martin Luther
Except I had a dream, you steam, I might have to shoot you
They blinded and tweet, you turn the other cheek
To try to keep the casualties count, the murder and the peak
No surrender, no retreat, all it's left to discover is gaining insight and knowledge
Ascertaining one another, still remain if you my brother
The fakes wither away, even the radio, the video, the stakes still the same
Real name, no gimmicks, attain no image
Used to scream fuck the world till I... should I say so vivid, it's easy to see
It's like the LPs on DVD, rediscover

They used to call me Guantanamo
Put the underlay on your Ebok, quick as a cheetah
Rediscover me, Discovery channel on Coco Channel
Smelling like an animal, you can tell I'm rocking well, Norman Rockwell
But not for sale, Andy Warhol and all the color girls say that it's a work of art
You can never stop it, but who cares? Tomorrow I spit a hollow
He stuck... damn, barrel brothers