Don't get to my window
Don't get to my window (Window, window, window)
Red streets in the sky
It seems to be a lot less bleak since we have arrived
You reach to be a lot less deep, you mean it on pride
Of how much free of this time
Now how the smiffs gon' break up
And everyday I wake up
Somebody got a question about what I say
I play these songs to scare the shit out of myself excessively
But how alone I feel
When everyone is next to me
I mean look at me
Now I'm the one to stand face to face with the region, we
The bigger me has figured out a new way to intervene
We lift in dreams
My feathers go weather the storm we splitting streams
No tether, removing the strings
Moving at speed that you can't achieve
Indubitably, Look at his wings
He's gon' grow with the free
Intuitively, He can see the future he do no' with Ps
And you could perceive everything he speak is true to a T
Freelance