Free for me.
Gravity holds me down.
Mind holds me back.
Matter is what I lack.
Talked to God today, can’t tell you what he said.
He left me on read at 0:00.
I don’t know.
Wish my life was a show so I can fast-forward
To the conclusions
Get rid of all confusion.
I’ll just take my time and keep my mind off it.
“I ain’t a punk bitch, I don’t give a fuck.” Says Pharrell.
Thought we was going to prevail.
Let’s not say I’m giving up
It’s more of me waiting for what’s next up.
Been searching for love all my life,
Knowing I’m not ready to be a wife.
I want to experience the simple pleasures,
Like hang at the park and take pictures together.
I need to clip my nails and start all over,
Restart the growth to make them stronger.
Not to necessarily grow them longer,
But to just rebuild my structure.
I’ll always know my time will come,
Creating my realm where I will believe from.
Running out of words for my purpose
Feels like I keep running into curses.
Flee from everything that gives me a hard time
But this one was hard to find.
Anyway, keep watching the butterfly float in the wind,
Don’t miss the minute before you see it again.
