Cream

It's non-stop till I get the hot box
I pop all of these colors till I see that boy cop a lot
Swip swap till I get my main crop and cream
Every color starts to warp and fade at the seams

Oh baby, you don't know what you've got until it's gone
But everything seems to fade away, won't you stay the same

I'm trying to get much more out of life than this
I just know I want more out of life than this

Stuck in my ways, druggies on my brain
Try to fight and live on past it but my life is strange
Do I be passive or plastic up in this age of worry
I can't be passive, I'm plastic if I don't make some money
All I'm hearing is I'm worthless if I don't know what to sell or create
So I create just to make some change, is that all this is
Is there more, there's gotta be more



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Johnson
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