Rain or shine my love
Clouds in the abyss, wash away all the
Pain you feel or shove
Dont forget about the artillery

Have you ever really danced on the edge?
Is something still scaring you?
The count of three is up
Alright then tell me so...
Just hold my hand and jump

Think forward, forward thinking... overrated
You decide if i went... and then i made it
Im not sure if we acting towards a future
But ill paint myself a loser if it sends you up my stream
Never wanted famous or a fkn gleem
I just want the loving of a fkn fiend
Its apparent and im tryin act a merit
Everything you doing is shooting up my terrace

Chug a gingerale, chug a public ale
Chug a realization that im onarail
Racing to the finish but the tortoise always beat the hare
Tasting every witness like it's porterhouse and annabelle
Pollo chop it foul, imma be around, around the seven
Hop the cake then it takes a heaven or eleven
Open wallets for the coming generations
Imma chase and follow up chopping on every single station