There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
They ask, "Where do we go?"
Yet we say we never chose, oh no
There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
Been devoted to the process
The ocean my moshpit
Though often a too honest lack of expression
My effervescent resting face expressing my drifted plane
A Tarmac in the red with cardiac arrest, I'm
Burning up the starter jet, what targets text?
I barter best with autopilot motives
Moment by moment it's never hold to a quotient
Until I switch flows again, searching for cohesiveness
But this fragmented thesis is coming at you
Like a meteoric matchstick, but I need this
I need this
Will you piece it together
There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
They ask, "Where do we go?"
Yet we say we never chose, oh no
There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
Been stripping myself apart
Every thread that connects to back where I started
Take the margin of error I could've turned out with a cold heart
Had a cold start, slow to harvest the sprouts
Spent too long at Ox Mountain, never giving up now
No need for inspiration
I built a rhythmm through the hours dedicated
I'm a little f*cking aimless (Though that's just my high brain)
I promise if I make it then both my cities f*cking make it
No matter what I make, shit, my friends as family raise it
There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
They ask, "Where do we go?"
Yet we say we never chose, oh no
There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
Elision - Autopilot (feat. Urstruly) Lyrics
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There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
They ask, "Where do we go?"
Yet we say we never chose, oh no
There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
Been devoted to the process
The ocean my moshpit
Though often a too honest lack of expression
My effervescent resting face expressing my drifted plane
A Tarmac in the red with cardiac arrest, I'm
Burning up the starter jet, what targets text?
I barter best with autopilot motives
Moment by moment it's never hold to a quotient
Until I switch flows again, searching for cohesiveness
But this fragmented thesis is coming at you
Like a meteoric matchstick, but I need this
I need this
Will you piece it together
There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
They ask, "Where do we go?"
Yet we say we never chose, oh no
There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
Been stripping myself apart
Every thread that connects to back where I started
Take the margin of error I could've turned out with a cold heart
Had a cold start, slow to harvest the sprouts
Spent too long at Ox Mountain, never giving up now
No need for inspiration
I built a rhythmm through the hours dedicated
I'm a little f*cking aimless (Though that's just my high brain)
I promise if I make it then both my cities f*cking make it
No matter what I make, shit, my friends as family raise it
There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
They ask, "Where do we go?"
Yet we say we never chose, oh no
There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
I don't slow
They ask, "Where do we go?"
Yet we say we never chose, oh no
There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
Been devoted to the process
The ocean my moshpit
Though often a too honest lack of expression
My effervescent resting face expressing my drifted plane
A Tarmac in the red with cardiac arrest, I'm
Burning up the starter jet, what targets text?
I barter best with autopilot motives
Moment by moment it's never hold to a quotient
Until I switch flows again, searching for cohesiveness
But this fragmented thesis is coming at you
Like a meteoric matchstick, but I need this
I need this
Will you piece it together
There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
They ask, "Where do we go?"
Yet we say we never chose, oh no
There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
Been stripping myself apart
Every thread that connects to back where I started
Take the margin of error I could've turned out with a cold heart
Had a cold start, slow to harvest the sprouts
Spent too long at Ox Mountain, never giving up now
No need for inspiration
I built a rhythmm through the hours dedicated
I'm a little f*cking aimless (Though that's just my high brain)
I promise if I make it then both my cities f*cking make it
No matter what I make, shit, my friends as family raise it
There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
They ask, "Where do we go?"
Yet we say we never chose, oh no
There's a fork in the road
I don't slow
Writer: Elisha Lucero
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid