[Chorus]
Locked in cross on my back
Mega laces the frame
Garment bags on my racks
Tossing prices on bed
Ate a cake on random day
Think I′m blessed random fate
Packed a bag I hit this state
Think I'm crossing my race
[Verse 1]
I locked the wishes on my back I hit that march in roads
Don′t get depressed you fell in cave I fuck that life problems
Do not request I'm not that famous I just live my flow
A lotta passing I don't want that sudden wacks can′t bro
Foreign currency my purse a foreign slat Wacko
A lotta laces on my foot I step the print in slow
I packed a bag I hit this road I packed a proper clothes
I cannot talk the conversation I′m just fed up bro
Hidden gems hid in side in my hands a cupid taste
Balloon texts every day in my watch a random cake
Random cake I just whipped on my pants the cargo pants
Neon black white light in this mood upcoming trend
[Refrain]
On my back crossing my feet on these laces
Packed a bag wishing my luck in these races
Ballon texting pop in this cloud on my face
Optimistic thought in the airy surfaces
On my back crossing my feet on these laces
Packed a bag wishing my luck in these races
Ballon texting pop in this cloud on my face
Optimistic thought in the airy surfaces
[Verse 2]
Heart attacks rebooting my pleasure epic
I'll be back I′ll be gone in this fate gonne mystery
Hidden gems hid in side in my hands leak this shining
I'll be back I′ll be gone in this fate gonne mystery
Attack reply on this game in this casting
Okay decide on the facts I don't cap
In this game relay on this waver requesting
A claim reclaim on this fate optimistic
[Bridge]
The random desire
The light in this air
Again on repair
The mind in despair
Alarm on betrayers
The love in this air
The fuck I don′t care
The mind in desire
[Chorus]
Locked in cross on my back
Mega laces the frame
Garment bags on my racks
Tossing prices on bed
Ate a cake on random day
Think I'm blessed Random fate
Packed a bag I hit this state
Think I'm crossing my race
[Refrain]
On my back crossing my feet on these laces
Packed a bag wishing my luck in these races
Ballon texting pop in this cloud on my face
Optimistic thought in the airy surfaces
[Verse 3]
Foreign currency my purse a foreign slat Wacko
A lotta laces on my foot I step the print in slow
I packed a bag I hit the road I packed a proper clothes
I cannot talk the conversation I′m just fed up bro