Dot my i's

Dot my i's, cross my t's, I been living differently

Past trauma's not making me, breaking cycles we gon' see

If this hell takes the best of me, at least I lived life brilliantly

There's just one thing that I need, some real external sympathy

Now I'm 23, I'm older, make some way, I'm getting closer

I want her, I'm sending photos, now she's with me, rubbing shoulders

Make it happen, late night magic, this my wave, I'm real aquatic

Slow my life, I like the traffic, telegenic, I shot like Ashton

Stars, lights, camera, action, cashmere fabric, designer fashion

That's what they like and it's so fucking tragic, physically, mentally, psychosomatic