Walk is the potions
Cords and commotion
Handbags snatched out walls
when they're open
Hits big city six drawn
to the ocean
All down torn for
Born to be broken
Glues in the eyelids
Used to be stylish
Movement lies
on a zoom full of mind shift
Night vision flight vision
Soon is it by lips
We need nothing
and we choose to be like this
Girls hurrying for sons
and for husbands
Bad boys worrying
that mums don't love them
Plans and scams
And how you gonna fund them
Is all gone wrong
but I candid in London
Is it worth it Pitch perfect
Risk further
but itching to nurse it
Pick purses nick curses
Make ways to pay to kick verses
Talk from the chest
All short with the best
He was caught in the mesh
Short shorts and a vest
If the bait's not taken
The bait's not bacon
Change your ways
and mistakes you're making
Nakedly waiting
and patiently aching
He's made some mistakes
with a taste for the chasing
Wasted it all out there
Do you think they'd care
Lost in the punks
Junk off to the lungs
Put a boy with his backpack
Snacks in the lunch box
One stop
Don't cop
Jack rack blind cop
Cuff bunds one tryna on
Places don't make no sense
for the winner and stompers
Ain't no rest
in the crunch of monsters
Nonsense
Gotta make do
Gotta make-paches
Bake cakes
Gotta get through
Aah