Off Beat III

Tryna make it interesting and intricate but I been busy livin

Another street through the window pain, stare at ceilings

Rooftop amongst rooftop amongst another soul I'm feeling

Another persons beauty and pains from where I'm sittin

My parents got a nice recliner, it's my favourite colour

I'm layin back comfy contemplating whats a Fuller

My paranoid mind's always itchy, but no backscratcher for brainstem

And people annoy, wonder what pains him

I'd keep staring at this wall but this paints thin

Airin out -- the air flows down to the basement, my soul sanction and last station, ay, it's Reece