Verse 1: Tyler Nelson Whispers in the wind give advice on the sitch Been told a million times “she’s a Saint”/”she’s a Bitch” Either route, I conclude, results with me in a loo Zing position, failed mission, bomb the dividends If she is a Saint, I lost her within constraint My radically inflicted mind seemed willing to paint Beyond the see/sea (you pick) of normalcy Look you see I got lost in the illusion all my art would form diplomacy With this self proclaimed queen of my dreams Willin’ to bleed, Willin’ to speed But never willin’ to flee Pardon my persistence it follows me wherever I go From the depths of my heart To these treacherous plateaus you roam That’s that, but if you truly are a Bitch Seeing my will to change, but one finger you don’t lift You’ve proven more to me than I ever needed to know And I’ll prove guilt to you eventually through never ending growth Chorus: We breakin’ boarders with lyricism Stir it up and breed cataclysm We don’t stray too far We just make our mark Verse 2: Dem Atlas I move through any sorta mist that blinds my vision If I could get up outta this mess resembling sheets And cold feet, I wouldn't be stressed out at the moment Owing people back for some favors like shark loaning I’m roamin’ around designated paths That usually have lines directin my lazy ass A mothfucka where to be at or who to see asap For a remedy to they ills My only melody escapes from a quill And at will, I chose to wake up Instead of stayin’ asleep in my house or a home I can't find it in my room or a bowl in a hole The basement floor mat Don't have a key Now how the hell do I escape this misery This feel in inside of me is shitty beyond belief I wish I owned the courage to fall asleep At day or at night my sight holds no light Goodnight