| These are thoughts from a troubled author |
| I’m building bridges over troubled water |
| I build a wall up to protect my aura and I’m feeling fucking awesome |
| Try and climb but imma make it taller |
| Its always been about the timing not about the order |
| Always about what’s right and not about the former |
| Remember what they taught us |
| The hare or the tortoise |
| Slow and steady emphasizes torture |
| And we ain’t know the forecast |
| Empty page for the pen, there’s no change |
| Champagne on the entranc for the wave that we stay on |
| I’m slpt on but can’t remember times I was laid on |
| I used to be the same but I changed oh |
| I can never hate them |
| The fruits of my labour getting preed on by my neighbour but I let 'em take 'em |
| No better taste than |
| Bare the devil that you know |
| There’s some jealous strangers |
| Better you risk it all alone than double with traitors, it’s scary |
| I’m tryna see the error in my ways |
| Getting bait, smoke strange |
| If I left this shit to chance I wouldn’t of picked a name like |
| If I left this shit to chance I probably never would have changed |
| I’m just rolling at my pace |
| And shawty say she love me tryna tell me that it’s fake |
| Twitter flames or soul mates, don’t come with more papes |
| BLUE made you love me, All Spill branded hate |
| Must be true if it was real you would have stayed, straight, own pace, yeah |