I dig the stress out, mistakes I made I was young
I don’t care where you’re from, I put my pain in a bun
Munch it up ‘till its done, help me colour the sun
rays wind in my lungs

Money power and lust, every hour I must
Help im fighting to trust, finding space in my musk
I don’t know what to touch, every second it sucks
I would look at the stars

Every one would be ours, on a mission to mars
Venus Saturn and every bar hooks like Hatton
Nature is filled with patterns
They tell me go attack it

So I move swiftly, agile and majestic
Night vision impressive, words sharp as edges
Still light as a feather, I got used to that day
But things change like the weather

Lyrics written by me.

Chris ✌🏽 Instagram

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