PFYT Lyrics

My contribution to air pollution

And lack in waste management

Admission of emissions

From inside my plastic packaging

Batteries autonomy

Im plugged in, not planning it

Full percentage for the green

My green in deficit

Casting for the sea

My cargo damaging

Leaking for a story

Catalyst for troubled marketing

Psychological my posturing

Profits need my offering

Bakery for daily bread

Religious postulant

Photosynthesis as my offer spring

Back to dust bless you

My asthma sponsoring

Why you dusty

Built a tolerance

My soul first

Then my color rinse

She don't want love

She wants a following

It make her bada bing

My bothering the basis trembling

I've been caught up in the mix

Pass it on

Take some sense

Don't want to trouble it

Get it right

I need Omara with every print

If you don't know the colors

Don't try to color it

A healthy balance flourishing

Garden of my turbulence

I reap I sow and Gods above it all

Need reality a pinch

And then I missed the call, run it in

A fund a mental split up

That's a cent and mint

It left my brain

I need refresh again

I need refresh again

She got fifty cents but losing sense

Passive aggressive dividends

I'm left here with minimum

But if I make a million

A penny for your thoughts again

You change up my reality

And send it off with interest

I know just how you feel

To love and know that's not what it is

She's telling me good luck

I tell her, I appreciate it

Don't want to spin again

If a fish is just a fish

Why would I reel it in

I've only kept it realer than

If they shenan once they gon shenanigan

You make the challenge cinnamon

This time I can't be finnagan

I'm making deals with Benjamin

He gentleman

Birds and flowers of the field

I'm fresh again

On god that's what I'm telling them