Looking Stone - R.A.P.

Looking stone, all I saw

Clouds will flow to set my fall

Looking stone, count me along

All I have to give, happy spot so strong

Walk on by, shove and flee

Happen still to call your name

Looking small, all night long

Laughing tall, she saw what?

I have a style

Cryin' still to tell me

I gotta style

Cryin' still to tell me

I gotta dyin'

Dyin' still to tell me

I gotta style

Chin high, you tell me

Come on

Looking stone, all so strong

What you want is gone

Nod explain, be on a pile

Never be the king, marry on a dime

Laugh and pull, stop and kiss your name

Dare to blame, spot and army goin' insane

Looking stone, all along

Never get another sucker, pull the rod and fry the brain

I am deep down and I gotta style

I am deep down and I wanna style

I am deep down in the water

Stubborn child, loving child

Talk to that woman when I’m stuffing full of mine

Nothing comes, it’s not me, it’s that

Well come, pray to vine, come on, and my vine

Love in the lack, it’s gotta go to vine

Wake up call, it’s on the wall