Bae Area

The night is old the world is sleep I'm restless

Paid the toll still waiting for it to process

Through the seven steps of Dante

Calling you it's possible you answer danger in my heart

Talking to myself I got my reasons stepping over thoughts

Breezing through the homeless and needles I'm pausing for effect

Playing telephone with me to stick to tailor to the check

Check the boxes on the board that I keep inside my head

In my rooms, when the freaks are screaming Help me or I'm dead

At the top of they lungs the same way that I do

Bottling pain like a Coca and every day cuz I do

And everyway till I'm soaking and every nail that I hammer