Way

I be under attack, matter fact, as I talk back, circling back to a place of my own

I be counting that as an act of my past and count it again put the space on the phone

I don't really wanna track all the way back

Plastered my ass on the stay back

Factored and casted alone

I'm undead, cross the bed, I'll be set there, fed up, shedding the face that I own

Got a hearing to get to, let me put on my shoe, cos I'm suffering too, and I yell

Give it hella consideration, I ache in this celebration

I break, as I'm splitting in two, on a cloud

I shout, out, loud enough sound, how could it even count, now, piled up voices around

Give me time, cos its mine, and I'm following fires to put out, as I'm thinking it through