Canary Palm

I put it on myself, I know the smell of hell

I made it through the furnace, any form of human spell

Orange Melo Pearl, Russian Sable fur

All them tables turned, I kissed but never learned to tell

It's blood on the leaves, dreams of Miami Beach

Plenty major keys and I could use some more relief

I need soul food, things that put my mind at ease

Dreamer's boulevard, the typa dreams that bring me peace

At seventeen, it's misconceptions, falling outta grace

At eighteen, I'm living back and forth with my mistakes

I turned twenty and had to learn to control my fate

I'm losing out on relationships but I found my place