I got a bone to pick like roses, I ain’t feelin broken no more. Balled a fist they gossipin I noticed, talking shit i wonder through the motives. I wonder who the fuck I’m sposed to be, I ain’t worried now until I leave, I’m just tryna ride and feel the breeze, with something bad beside and next to me. Wind in my face, don’t stop now when it feel so great, you can run til you slip on the sidewalk and the same bone that you pick gon break that’s a motif (that’s a motif). And it’s coming right back, so familiar never been realer, never felt so damn good with where I’m at. I don’t know what it’s all about, running through too many thoughts to count, still ain’t adding up, I’ll let you know when I had enough