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