say 20 trips around the sun
jesus took the wheel when i was burning in the atmosphere
well how am i supposed to satisfy my soul
they know my alibis are phony
these drugs will hurt your hippocampus
at least i'm hip on campus
cause every day is a canvas
the old man still snoring
these cats and dogs are all they faking i ain't even know it
hellbent i'm still heaven sent see
momma says you smell good angel
you a galaxy with human skin
know there ain't no true image
well like some planes i tried blend in with the stars so
gotta get so high that i drop all my precious cargo
jet stream of memories and moments that i borrowed
they gon be gone tomorrow