I've been trynna say a couple words now But I just keep returning to that same sound Took a bit of crystal wiped my palm clean Now I'm moving colours like a lucid dream Took a couple more and got my bass out This the kind of run that make you waste out Said I wouldn't hold her but I might see Took a little trip and now I'm all free But it's okay, I'm just running round Glass bits sticking out my arm veins Glass hits punching out my lungs babe Chat shit thinking that I won't wait We could turn it round Go back where we went the wrong way Said shit that I couldn't hold babe And it's all fake, but it's okay I'm just falling down Trynna keep my eyes upon the causeway It's the wrong way round Maybe I should try to keep my arms straight I could run around Try a couple options of my own taste I could pass it round Now I'm trynna gas it but it's okay