Middle of the night
And I'm scared of the silence
I can't stand to sit still
I keep busy I keep writing,
Doing silly shit, but in my mind, I justify it
Works rigorous
But I take my time I'm building Syrus
To a bigger better person,
And sometimes it be hurting
But the good the times make it worth it
I was hiding under highs
Until I seen the bigger purpose,
That's a power that is higher
He show up in perfect timing
Like he never left your side
And he gets it like he designed it
My God...
What a trip...
Can I chill?
Can I live?
I can breathe ...
When I focus
I can see...
Girl I noticed
You get happier by the ocean,
So call your job and tell them you're not going
And I just noticed...
Your pussies showing...
Right out your skirt...
God damn
Lately I just show up
Do my best and then I pour up
I need several bowls of pour-age
At temperatures that are boiling,
Oh god...
What a dick...
And his head
It's so big...
And he sings...
What a bitch
But hey!
I be lit