Lying and stealing, process of healing
I'm no poet, but I wrote, you would think that I know it.
Don't do it, don't put yourself through it
I wanna do it I can push my self through it
I can't, I shan't, now I'm viewed as a rant
Trust the chant that it's something you can't
Should have seen this one coming
I got caught up in running
now I think it's more than something
Than a habit from my young thing
I think I hate you
And now that we're blue
I'm bummed on your boo
I think it's up to you, but what should I do?
Ya I been thinking us, might not be a must
But I really like your shoes
Let's get over it quick
I wanna
Hold a hand not a fist
We gotta
Get lost in this shit
I wanna
Hold a hand not a fist