Outro

Wish I could sort it
But it's nowhere to be found
Tickle my cortex,
Till I am one with the ground
Your touch a forceps
What was I thinking about
My soul a vortex
I can't see none but a doubt
Wish I could sort it
But it's nowhere to be found
Tickle my cortex,
Till I am one with the ground
Your touch a forceps
What was I thinking about
My soul a vortex
I can't see none but a doubt

Abyss for the plebe don't exist
If that shit shall shine on the wrist
Isn't it more than just fucking some hoes and spending
Some racks on some ugly ass clothes

Abyss for the plebe don't exist
If that shit shall shine on the wrist
Isn't it more than just smoking some dope and just taking
Some photos to flex on your bros

I know I'll be getting it all
But will it, fill up the whole?

Wish I could sort it
But it's nowhere to be found
Tickle my cortex,
Till I am one with the ground
Your touch a forceps
What was I thinking about
My soul a vortex
I can't see none but a doubt
Wish I could sort it
But it's nowhere to be found
Tickle my cortex,
Till I am one with the ground
Your touch a forceps
What was I thinking about
My soul a vortex
I can't see none but a doubt



Credits
Writer(s): Alexandru Umbresi
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