yeah
yeah yeah yeah
aioli on my french fries
y'all boys like that quick rides
incentivised by potential to always hold the inside
constantly televised on the goal like a peddle
bite hard but i'm soft on the inside
like metal pipes fist covered in metal spikes
carving out a vision from my mind
it's ultra peddle light
my baby said that she don't f**k with man
i said i know you right
precision that i shoot would be so deadly
this a needle fight haku
y'all boys are stupid yeah stupid i go stupid
i love stupid okay
i go stupid yeah stupid i go stupid
stupid stupid stupid okay
lines of poetry i write for you inside my journal eyes
miss you so like mistletoe
and frequently i see your smile
wonder how the wonder of the world
is lost on us most times
that's human nature
i guess so doom and gloom and abyss
my mama so depressed with them awesome intentions
i could see pain in her
it's context of her
trauma
reflected inside a fake smile and subdued gestures
some of these days i could probably use a lecture
or a fist made of iron to fix all of my flaws
it's harder to hold her when everything got to fall
the water from my eyes
leave me wetter than all hell dog
how many times i held her and said it's alright
pressure she under is not filling my eyes
i understand that some
wounds are not better with time
the family tree that we got it always tend to divide
but long as you know that i'm always here
and right on your side it's alright
stupid yeah stupid i go stupid
y'all look stupid
okay i go stupid yeah get stupid i go stupid
stupid stupid feels good
