(Pursue Fate)
Don't leave my nigga it's just pain
So free my nigga we like rain fall
No consequence, just change
No freedom that we can't wait for
No common sense
I notate your breath
You intake when you feel ungrateful
I climb ascend while you mind the steps
I unwind and step around A-holes
No gray soul area
Color came in a carrier
Messenger bird that flew through the metal American barrier
Turned into me and I got message I gotta share with ya
One hundred degrees
Two hundred a week
It ain't workin'
My stomach can eat
Cold under the sheets, but I'm workin' to it
(But I'm workin') to it
But I'm workin' to it
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)
(Hah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(But I'm workin' to it)
In a super medical metal plane
In a super medical metal plane
In a super medical metal plane, yeah, ooh oh
In a super medical metal plane, shit
