[Verse]

The whole story lacking fiction

So it goes on the lonely Lord of God's refilming

Feasible through every solstice

Step ahead, garner up a little friction

They spewing folklore, the tales of miss of which they privy

For the cohort, we sacred in our self sufficience

I'm learning self reliance, I see the old me that's sunk between the sayonaras

I keep an old key, the parts in me I could've polished

Pardon me into the distancе

Partially, I'm kind of lost

Conscience didn't call me back

Thе middle man been kicking buckets, nothing

Man, they killing off and standing strong

'Nother feeling happen, the inner ear was hearing crickets

Had to double back on every path, that did me wrong

Cost of doing business

I crawl and call the God, that broke into the nooks and crannies

Ain't no easy fixer, felt the heavy hand and held the push against resistance

Praying for Sudan, they say they savor taste of freedom

Every bitter sand, a Martin should've called McCostner

Only splitting fast, the motherland in need of healing

Give the land a breather

Tripping, falling, would your car mine?

Simple, read it from reluctance

My time like a balancing act

Cyclical dance, I think I'm okay with performing permanent bag

Stars even gained in the focus

My time like a balancing act

Cyclical dance, I think I'm okay with performing permanent bag

Stars even gained the focus

A cynical dance