lost child
where i am from,
anxiety run through my veins
it's what keep me running
keep me high on adrenaline
some call it pain
we call it sweet agony
good lord help me
go wherever, however you want it
show me the plan
i vouch i'll be a victor
aspirin, my bystander
let's be happy
that's what that homie breathed
yet what he call soul
is just my broken mind that cant relate
high on trepidation,
double x, xy, no xyz
that's the feels of the wights
genuine tranquility,
quand les poules auront des dents
