WISHBONE

How do we decide that we gon' be fine, this water and wine

Set fire to the city, We stuck in divide, the angels in cried, and baby you cute

But no you ain't pretty, they watchin' me glide

It's a tip toe with a flip phone in my side, got a piece stuck to the hip bone

It's a wishbone to survive, I'm out of control

And I wont atone for all of my sins, yes I done did it

They sent me a gift, they sent me a sign

The day that I read it, but on it was written

They scared of my rhymes, they scared of my lines

They scared of they lies, cause they keep it hidden