TWWUT

Look, I don't know, if it's just me

But, they've done showed. How they just be.

LOOK. I can't choose nothing over goals. THEY, can't even choo their own souls

Look a head, forward. Straight road. Causing every crave, that ain't chosed ( LOOK )

Stuck, in my own lane here. Becaues, theirs closed

I've done drew feds up here, that ain't told

I shouldn't have to fade, or go, start shading here

Closets and spaces, like shades, that ain't closed. Wires and case, that ain't space. That ain't code

Wok, from a base from a wedding? Uh. Head, from a newly? How we made strings, into rope?

Now, there is no way. Now, that we should let go

Welcome to this "marriage?"

Trying brake the pavement, trying to find if we made gold