(Wastedyouth) Now I can see, but I can't get free Came out the mud like Adam and Eve I'm rocking sterling wrist, the seven seas Off 7 grams, baby, I'm deceased Feelings up and down, rocking beauty beast I feel ok when she's around, ghost under her sheets Just close your eyes, start to count to three You'll see the truth in geometry For the time being I'm still in 3D Kapital Surf with Obelisk jeans This shit is rare, came from overseas Walk through the gate, born on Halloween