Wake up jumpin out the bed, bout to cook some bacon eggs
Bagels and some hash browns, bout to drown the sound out
In O and J, start my day by smoking, writing poetry
Wowed by all the potency I'm floating on that potpourri
And woe is me
On a cloud, with writers block, the lighters not
The problem, it's the fact that I don't write a lot
We fight a lot, and I just get distracted
And my focus always compromised
We don't know where we going, knowing we cannot decide
Attraction like gravity, feelings we cannot defy
If our lives should coincide, and not divide, clip our wings, forgot to fly
From each other lives we should ostracize
Mainly CuZ the Plots implied, that our options optimized, You think that I'm not the guy
I'm just tryna play the role, And slay it though
U don't even think that I can pay it forward
Always tryna win, baby, no I don't just play to fold
I'm just tryna turn our second place trophy from grey to gold
Let's make it so...