Wake up jumpin out the bed, bout to cook some bacon eggs

Bagels and some hash browns, bout to drown the sound out

In O and J, start my day by smoking, writing poetry

Wowed by all the potency I'm floating on that potpourri

And woe is me

On a cloud, with writers block, the lighters not

The problem, it's the fact that I don't write a lot

We fight a lot, and I just get distracted

And my focus always compromised

We don't know where we going, knowing we cannot decide

Attraction like gravity, feelings we cannot defy

If our lives should coincide, and not divide, clip our wings, forgot to fly

From each other lives we should ostracize

Mainly CuZ the Plots implied, that our options optimized, You think that I'm not the guy

I'm just tryna play the role, And slay it though

U don't even think that I can pay it forward

Always tryna win, baby, no I don't just play to fold

I'm just tryna turn our second place trophy from grey to gold

Let's make it so…