east gate

Time is stuck, I've been here wishing on my life and love

No impositions if you can't discuss

This nipping feeling that you've had for months

Had for months and that's enough

You've called it quits and it's my fault, you're done

I'm oh so quick but never picked it up

I've lost my block and now I write too much

Write too much and

Boom, ain't a prize but you mine

Best dressed in the whole damn room

Baby how you look so damn fine

All this heat I'm spittin' be true