Mirror mirror on the wall, steam will always keep you fogged right?
It's the heat of the summer night
Never letting up, just the way you like
Well I'm on the way
Between the places that I've never been and the ones I'll never go again
Haven't said a word for many miles
Filled my pockets 'fore I left like corsages on prom day
We were never much for the photo op, but the last dance won't be too late.
It's like the lights dance with us too until the song ends,
So when the words don't fit quite right, we'll write our own in.
And will the labor of love save us
Or will the current of hearts take us?
Is the look in my eyes dangerous
Or do the years dress up and play magician revealing lions in cages?
And will the labor of love save us
Or will the current of hearts take us?
Is the look in my eyes dangerous
Or do the years dress up and play magician revealing lions in cages?
You don't belong to me
Let go of obligation
Studied the observations
Emotional and impatient
Like lions inside of cages
Mayans predicted Satan
I'm tryna predict a future
I'm rumored to be a looper
My confidence never neutered
My eyes are never here
My eyes were never here
Feel my palm sweat, your touch ID'ing me
We backed to a wall, as we reveal what's forreal
Like broken leaves in the fall
A point dex and I'm vexed, like Michael C. Hall
When I'm around you frozen limbs yeah I'm hoping they thaw
The labor of love that often had us naked and stuck
Baked In a rut, climbing out this hole (hoe) is a must
I ain't tryna fuck, I'm following the labor of trust
But it's hard to see we cut up by the saber of lust so
Heart made of metal had to give it some muscle
Geneva for the freedom when I'm cut from the hustle
From dusk to dawn
I'm raunchy as fuck, nauseous
Aunty was so onto me, now it's bad can you honor me?
Curling iron, admiring, chopping raw with a blade
Saw myself in reflections but never mentioned my name naw
Disgusted by the fact, your intentions weren't intact
When I'm honest, you attack
To be honest, a nigga tired
To be honest, my promise, need a woman
That gon ride, not for fame, not for lies
Your love cropped circles where's the origin at?
From above I see nothing but empty mazes that lack
A little warmth, from 4th to the 17th
From age 4 I was innocent until 17
I got 4 in rotation until the 17th
At 24 a nigga polished in every way you can fathom
Wishes I never had them, worked for everything I got
Turned new leafs in a blind spot
Labor of love had me, stuck