Aren't those the same ones wishing for your goal

Tell ‘em niggas sit down, taking what you wrote

Swear I had a fit now, looking to the road

But who knows, who knows, who knows, who knows, who knows

(Who, who, who, who, who)

Dust calling waiting for the wind

Door unopened, hopefully they let me in

Scribble this thought down, patented with a pen

Living room tragic, I’m asking ‘em again (who, who, who?)

Dust calling waiting for the wind

Door unopened, hopefully they let me in

Scribble this thought down, patented with a pen

Living room tragic, how can fast can we begin?

So I start the interrogation

I fled, in a foreign nation

I’m patient to what could face me

Is it nothing?

The same white picket fence, the incumbent

Resides in

Focus, the prize wins

More than money

It’s power, that’s what I’m talking

The shoes, that I’ll never walk in

A fool, to the moves that often

The hour, that’s slowly clocking

6, 7, shit.. it’s 8 now

Stomach rumbling, food we never ate

How?

They still ain’t open this door

I’m ringing, singing the same songs accompanied with force

We banging abandoned windows, gated but never closed

I’m hoping that someone hear us

An old soul with the serum

Assorted holes in this theorem

But stay solidified

And maybe we could rise

Second floor don’t seem too high

I know it is, the quiz finds the beholder

Body shaking in mind with the cold shoulder

Momma told me don’t climb on the ladders

What if I’m older?

What if I live? What if I give?

Something to show her

What if I miss?

Slip on my lip

What would I owe her?

Explanations of who

Interrogated the truth

And designated to sue

As soon as the dust blew

Dust calling waiting for the wind

Door unopened, hopefully they let me in

Scribble this thought down, patented with a pen

Living room tragic, I’m asking ‘em again (who, who, who?)

Dust calling waiting for the wind

Door unopened, hopefully they let me in

Scribble this thought down, patented with a pen

Living room tragic, how can fast can we begin?