IN THE WIND

Good times bad habits

Hand crack my head feel like granite

Cracked software cross my wires

Break down on m ways swapping tires

Told a lot of lies and I still don’t trust

like dust up in the wind

My head doing loads of stuff

Can’t win can’t lose

singing out inner city blues

Eyes spin the room

Blue notes rolled up like a telescope

on my tooth look like I’m selling coke

City of no hope sign soul the figure disclosed

Pretty like...

city lights haunt me

got me dizzle dancing with corpses

Bobby on beat on all horses

Feel free to Tell me who’s fault is

You look like something I dreamt of

Never know where everything ends up

Never know where henny might send me

4am drunk pulling that text up

Back on the mattress I slept on

Headbutt the wall now my head gone

Guess that’s where Henny might send me

4am drunk pulling that text up

Yeah

We all running

What we running from I don’t know

I scrub my skin I change my clothes

I smoke this cigarette till it goes

And Run back home

Feet bleeding on the pavement

Should’ve stayed home yeah I know

Yeah yeah we all know

Bad times good drugs

As A kid probably needed more hugs

I ain’t tryna beg it

But most man feel that shit

So man just said it

Was raised to show no emotion

Still frozen

And With a heart like rock

Heart like rock

Ima show you what set in stone is

I got habits that I’m still in Involved with

Try to manage

But I’m still imploding

All my vices

hidden trojans

Having visions but their filled with roses

So ima drink this drink

Till this glass don’t klink no more

I drink I smoke

Hit the sink

then The kitchen floor

Train-spotting

Till the kingdom falls

What we running from

What we running from

Still not sure

The bubbles in my air max

Still got cause

The stomp

In my docs

Might lift them laws

Hands off !

what’s mine is yours

What’s yours is my mine

Time huh hi

Felt like I was wasting life

All those winter nights

Pissing in the wind

Whistling home

Missing in action

Now I’m just missing in foes

What scene does every knows

I can’t wait till sun rise

Blade

In long coat

Cutting down souls

Me and t upsah

Shutting show down shoes

Dem times never head credit in my phone

All those times when did on my own

All those times

When I did it on my Jack Jones