I’m feeling hindered yet they trippin ask in’ “What’s next, Verse?”
My vision ain’t net worth, I’ve made a prison of this sweatshirt
Talk about a quarter life crisis, mornings inspired by Folgers
Can’t move mountains so carrying my burdens like hikin with boulders
Used to love this game but I got to accept my fire has smoldered
Unsightly and soiled, they extinguished my light now it’s over
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