LISTEN
i'm 29
try'n to make something of my life
so high'd your inhibitions
and catch up

how'bout
i don;t give myself much leverage
i just can change your shit
re-strain your power kid
mix up and re-arrange where you live
and drip like a sive, through 'em
it's in congruent see
my home is your home but my home get so lone it's love son ar

two fore, three bars, of quasar

then flip it and befriend it like tae kwon do
\y'know?

so go and catch your wreck
i;m sick to death of this
chronic conflict that stick with me throught he rest of my days be crave and stake to the grind behind to kind of fate you gonna see