Truett
Wanderer
[Fake?] that

Got a blue [just sweet?] light
With shades of purple
When I put it in motion
I lift my feet but I'm running in circles
Wonder where I'mma go
Drips in the ocean
Tryna let it happen without the serpent that flow
Got a lot of shit all up in my mind
I just don't got the time until every demon get up out of my soul
And it doesn't seem like they leaving at all
I'd rather just be all alone
Just me and my weed
Smoking up until I can't breathe no more
Why the head so bruised?
Looking for something to prove
And when I'm not in the mood I'd rather make up somе excuse
I need my room, this room is stuffy
I can't rhyme right
My wholе life might
Be lies built over lies but
Fuck it it's mine, right?
So fine
In the line for the limelight
Steady working on my eyesight, looking for signs
But my 20 plays really doesn't suffice
Chasing highs, running like all of my life
I'm pouring my heart out-