Forks

What you doing with your life, son? Ey, say I don't usually do, but I'd smoke one with you Knock on your door to your closed off rooms Ain't no tellin' what happened if I burst on through Let's go halves on a cab, maybe my firstborn too Was it diamonds or rhinestones? man, I don't know Had to go by the time you woke Been a while since you and I spoke in the same timezone Crossed paths and had minds blown Now we alone again, strolling to the tomb What we do is split the road in two So what you wanna do? Some of them couldabeens 'bout to haunt you When you maneuver feeling like a phonebooth No Forks on the road Pass the sauce Waiting for lady to drop them drawers They say to open a new, gotta close old doors Caught between them though, put your coat on No forks on the road Where do I go? Are we walking on the right one? You ain't gotta [?] What you doing with your life, son? I'm just dodging the abyss My eyes in a prison Was in the dark for a minute, but now I'm out here squintin' From a hospital bed to me and Fred [?] From I don't get it to we about to get it No fork on the road, I need a knife Fuck a pie chart Give me a slice Thought I saw god creepin' in the night, But blink twice, it was just city lighty, alight Forks in the road Pass the sauce Waiting for lady to drop them drawers They say to open a new, gotta close old doors Caught between them though, put your coat on No forks on the road Where do I go? Are we walking on the right one? You ain't gotta [?] What you doing with your life, son? What you doin' with ya What you doin' with ya life? You ain't got ya [?] in the road Motherfucker Keep ya shit straight