I think of you with sunsets and it's dangerous (2016)
Sophomore year spring and my baby's up in the caribbean, she's not even mine but still mine if that makes sense
true north is a myth, and i treat her name like i got a compass. 2500 miles southeast, only heard her talk once all i need
is that music, told my brother my last baby of two good years left me the day after we made love after some car crash
but not because of it, and this new gently used whip through the honeymoon feels just as gorgeous what i mean
is i would meet a lovely ship or thief in the night. Need the flint to spark whatever spices are left to burn
i'll take the same lift with a different flavor, and i wonโt break-even this month but thatโs fine
as long as i make clean money in the kitchen rinsing rice or on the campus stacking cameras at knight hall.
I dip early from almost every social seminar or saturday move, rather my plights run cheap, work my fade from the key
lose sleep over you or your pieces, i wait on your texts. And i front like i want to be kept
