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Cruisin' on the highway in my sleep

Goin' a hundred and five, turned off the I-Beat

Eyes was gettin' real foggy, he was cryin'

How you gon' fuckin' cry when you drivin'?

You don't understand, these was tears of joy

From the face God deployed and I couldn't stop smilin'

You don't understand, these was tears of joy

God deployed from the face and I couldn't stop smilin'

You was there in the passenger seat

From your face to your soul, to your ass, to your cheeks

To the hole in his heart bein' filled when you speak

Shorty said, "Ain't just words," well, not to me

Sick of the slick shit, told you I don't want no other bitches

In a world full of blue, gon' bleed for your crimson

Cinderella shoe type, shorty, where you fit this?

Spirit of the new life, it's voyage in a new heist

Tied up in old feelings, it would cause fights

Eternally and I'll write, triflin' out this dead man

Cry, I'ma take you for granted, sorry if I ever did

Frigid, get between us, started workin' on my temperaments

You're marvelous, that's through and through, authentic as the credits

In a movie that just made me cry 'cause you the one directed it

Articulation, truly no need to rush

Just words get worse, speakin' if we fucked up

Every show altered, you misinterpret

This sentence is my translation, it's big cursive

We feel better when we sleep, does that really make it real?

Now I'm flyin' through these beats, bugs underneath the leaves

Pen feelin' of the sheets, but you can't rest and the notebook just speaks

Shorty favorite color green, never loved somebody, word to me

Like I do when it comes to you

Envious of lovers that had your heart in they palms and

Threw it in the trash can, fuck that

I'll take your soul and nurture it with bent hands

Occasionally feel like we speakin' different languages

Or she's stuck in a soundscape that's ambient

In and out of perfect moments, it's transient

Are they fleeting or somethin' that will remain with us?

Two burnt-out cigarette stains, live is chained to they own situations

It's figurative basements that we call obligations

Occupations, fuck 'em all, we'd rather look you in them eyes communicate

It's one of them ones I could never lose faith in

Pray this makes it past stages of paper as I look through the glass glass

Sittin' at the car's past resembled Tom Waits

Still we can't change the cracks in the ice

Left Heaven for a second, straight back to the white clouds

Read aloud "The Truth," I was scared to live

Pretty sure neither of us was prepared for this

So I turned to these beats as a therapist

Spillin' subconscious, back of the mind thoughts

Love is honestly new to me due to you, of course

Love is honestly new to me due to you, of course