Canary

Yeah, they got the beast to sleep 'cause I was getting kinda hostile
I want my own room, they got me bunking in a hostel
Look at the messiah, want me speak like an apostle
Warriors ain't humble when they speaking on the gospel
Cah last time I checked, I got the thread and the needle
Weave that shit together, you're a want, I'm a need, ho
Thinking I'm a threat, I object, I'm a symbol
See yourself in me 'cause I'm a mirror, not a peephole
Power to the
Sing canary
Sing canary
Sing canary
I'm what you need
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
I'm what you need
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Let me clear the air
Let me clear the air
Let me clear the air
Air, air
Yes, I got what you need
Feel it from the head down to the feet and then
African embedded and I spread it in the street again
Need some syncopation, you can hear it in the beat and then
You think you'd end the greatest, fuck an industry defeat and can you sing? (Sing canary)
Yeah, money mixed with passion is a problem
Music sound like cashing out a talent for a column
The number on the billboard or an idol on the podium
Now the music's shit, they took the talent, tucked it in they scrotum
Nigga, sing
Sing canary
Sing canary
Sing canary
I'm what you need
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
I'm what you need
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Let me clear the air
Let me clear the air
Let me clear the air
Air, air
Let me clear the air
Let me clear the air
Let me clear the air
Air, air