Check it

Never thinking twice

Never had much except that look in your eyes

Never gonna see the blurred lines

Women change and the years go by thinking we’re playing the same game

It’s been years and the world shifted

Nothing is what it was before eyes are deader

As you act the same

Never see what’s mine what’s yours

Right now we’re on that tunnel vision

Distraught heart beating fast I keep thinking about this music until theres morning light

And when the sunshine gets high I’m stuck with the paper and pen until there’s no more light

I’m talking street lights, pilot lights, tunnel lights, sunlight the whole 9 yrds

Dizzy blurried visions thoughts diminishing

And I’m stuck with lights flashing

That’s my celly old superstitions, that’s that sunlight

Dazed in Sundays going fast

Church days I’m missing

What you got with that sunlight tunnel vision

Blurried vision drinking all night sunlight What we doing? What we doing What we missing

Never listening Never thinking twice

Never thinking twice

Seeing lights pass before my eyes

Late night club hopping, girls hyping

Body bruising, body bags

Dumb kids smashing

Hitters, runners

I’m just focusing on what I need to do

Until girlies coming to me

I will make your dreams come true

Late night girls get me thinking what we had

Women come and go never thought much if they were thinking if it was love that we had

Old days and there was too much to say

Long days and crazy nights

Old days you were with your girls

And I wish to hold you in my arms again

When I’m driving never thought much where the night would go cops stay waiting

Never stressed about you

Late night keeps me busy

Staying out all night writing them poetics that was therapy

Death lingers in every corner

Even to the innocent girlies that met my gaze before I could ever

And old habits die before I get hit with that stutter step telepathy

Guarantee to make you think twice wheels of steel

When that foot is heavy on the grinder

Pushing everything like it’s something me with the cart

And holding straight vodka ting that’s grinding

And I see music as passion—that’s me liming

Keep your poster posta boy

Watch out that’s federales when people getting cutty

That’s sting

On Sting

That’s everything with that drink I drink that Ting