everything needs to be streamlined
but at this point i just need one eluding
grapevine
tho the moral sits in thin line
i just need to hear your voice on the line
i can keep the grind
mind me not, how was i to know
that my time binds

and my grimes, bounded
what comes up must come down
but what am i on?
a substance to turn me on?
or substansial run to denounce
that i’m dethroned; my childhood in rone
when my dream is in rome
who said i can’t be crowned
just need to kickback on my payment
cause next time i’m gon’ spot y’all on
these bills will turn to bliss
i will get through this
pull through this
not gon be pulled apart in tears