All Senses Lyrics

I feel like I could run a hundred laps around the game

Four hundred circles around your block to make a change

Jumping at the gun I let it blow to let the race go

Black and white diamonds on the watch like where the face go

Way back when I sang I wish I died up to the window

Told me shooting stars they come at night so there was still hope

Knife around my neck I cut the throat and let the steam show

Shawty in the crowd she's screaming louder than the glee club

My clouded mind could only take so much Somehow the fog is starting to clear it up

I'm having thoughts that I be near the edge Who's the man I have to come against

I guess I still be gaining common sense