Positive tools lead me through
But the bad nonsense leads me just a little bit too
I can't help it
Just how things go these days
Feel like I'm in a haze and dazed
The craze, of fronting, keeps comin'
So, so keep the smooth beats drummin'
Sometimes I miss the feeling of being free
But I'll keep up the plea
Keep up the plea just for me
Yeah, I miss it
Or you
Or both?
Or whatever you've been told
I'll say it now cuz I'm bold
The moon rises and sets
But I can't get away from these itty bitty nets
And though I, sit by, while jerks lie, in rhyme
I never seem
To have enough time
To get my
Life in order
It borders on being cruel
When I could leave all my feelings up to you