We still swimming in
Gone right back
Steal Benjamins
Make my heart warm
Blush, sin again
There's a record on my enemies
This a bounce back I'm moving in
Kill the cycle if your listening
If you're listening, run it back again
We still swimming in
Gone right back
Steal Benjamins
Make my heart warm
Blush sin again
Running around screaming like an innocent
I just caught wind of my second breath
Fill up the pockets till nothings left
Only been doing the most to prove if
Your suppose to lose what you call a buoy
What would you say the reason is for leaving friends on read
Is it a complex or a crucifix intending to get better
Sending out my messengers and getting back more letters
The breeze is cutting holes into my ugly sweater
I got the bounce look up the way
Look at the party
Two in the nest gone for a day just getting started
I cannot buy standing in line judging your signage
I'm on the breezeway, signing for a new day
Who could get it
Kicking into high gear
Pure leaf in my left hand
Message and get no response I think this is my fan base
I maintain my peace within this sanctuary
Go ahead obtain space picture joy in every
Butterfly how you know that I adore you
You get your limited edition in twos
Just a raw collection of rare goods
Wouldn't stray from these woods
Pack your things and take up flight
No consequences
Ego fighting all my senses
Playing dirty tunnel vision
Tradition is an avenue
Laugh in spite of circumstances
Power in the diaphragm
At the max it's setting in
So just lasso
Happiness back from the dark holes
Give stank face through my cell phone
May as well just admit Ive underperformed in every premiere since I was out there
But it's good enough to me I'm still here
Meticulous crafting a feeling
Mood check Delivering billions
Searching for an answer in myself
Ophelia how you feeling
Don't go swimming
Who am I to stop you if you cannot find your linens
Cut your fingers crafting weapons from the heavens
You're the only one I knew of reaching Pastel Seven
Pack your things and take up flight
No consequences
Ego fighting all my senses
Playing dirty tunnel vision
Tradition is an avenue
Laugh in spite of circumstances
Power in the diaphragm
At the max it's setting in