[Verse 1]
I could write masterpieces even if my hands tied
I've seen people with no feet run like it's Bonnie and Clyde
I admit it, I've been crying
But I gave my best every day man, I've been dying
And I've been trying but all my friends been lying
Could end my days like the mayans but I got a heart of a lion
Now I count my blessings, forget about the curses
Just think 'bout the surface 'cause if you're hurt, nobody calls the nurses
I killed the old me, put green flowers on his burial site
Pictures and noises in my head like it's an aerial fight
I might smite the knight that's right before the light
Vertigo, but I ain't scared of no height (No I ain't scared of no height)
May I should build a castle, I'm nobody's vassal
A 100 more battles, take a look in the sky, you'll see the road's untraveled
Yeah the road's hard, the road is tough
You can work hard but hard is still not enough
Ask a trotba if he can feel this, he knows this
I'm always on my realness, living life on my stillness
This story is just deepless, for real
I open doors that keyless making my ennemies speechless
Gave my best, received the worst
Alone under the cloudburst
I used to say I may now I may do the shit I used to say
I meant all the shit I versed
See how this thing can be reversed
And I'm my own God, 'cause sure a pagan never prays
Shit, I didn't come with my blueprints
On a crime scene I do my things and I never wear my fingerprints
See my reflection in a light glint
Walking in Hollywood streets to mark the world with my dirty foot print
Give me a flint, I'll make you a fire (fire)
Or you can just ask me if I have a lighter
'Cause what you gon' do if things are growing through you
And you have to go on your own 'cause danger is all around you?
Seven

[Bridge]
We reached the highest moutains, now we have to reach the coast
Center of the ocean, on the edge of a wooden boat
Living like a ghost, going through the lows
Just like a ghost, we're going through the lows
Living like a ghost, we're going through the lows
Living like a ghost

[Outro]
Even if my hands tied
Like I'm Bonnie and Clyde
Following the riptide
Ride until we die, shit
I feel like Bonnie and Clyde
I feel like Bonnie and Clyde
Who feels like Bonnie and Clyde?
I could write masterpieces even if my hands tied
Through the highs and through the lows
(Through the lows)
I got eyes on each side
Through the highs and through the lows
(Through the lows)
Like I'm Bonnie and Clyde
I could write masterpieces even if my hands tied
I've seen people with no feet run like it's Bonnie and Clyde