Dotted Line

Who can I impress next
High school winner best dressed
Thai food on the bed rest
While my head lets anything bother me
Don't see why I'm
Dragging myself through the mud and I'm probably
Sulking, fried
From jealousy budding
Is human psychology
Playing tricks on a fixed game
Mezzanine at the Knicks game
Self esteem is a bitch, blame
My downfall on the rich, lame
I know it's embarrassing
Disdain I'm growing too arrogant
This lane gets bloody I'm scared of it
Rarely apparent the more that you travel the further you air it out
Laundry and all where's a new thing to care bout
Praying it rains when I'm facing the drought

I could see things changing
Baby this right here is vacation
Until deals with Satan are signed on the dotted line
I wanna be
I wanna be
I wanna be divine
Might need a little time It's true

Call your mother tell her how I made you smile real good
Misunderstood things that she heard from your brother when he found out was I going underneath the hood
Thinking that I would runaway but I could give a fuck about a stupid kids opinion
Way too busy sinning
I should take a video of us and let him watch from the beginning
Don't you love when I talk like
Everything gone be alright?
Bad people do good things
Good people live in hindsight
Post a picture get your mind right
Fornication with the spotlight
Stop with the fights
Honesty is fading
People love parading
Better life is waiting
More that I'm creating
Currently I'm hating
Every meal I'm plating
Nothing but degrading

I could see things changing
Baby this right here is vacation
Until deals with Satan are signed on the dotted line
I wanna be
I wanna be
I wanna be divine
Might need a little time It's true



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Rossi
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