Don't get to my window Don't get to my window (Window, window, window) Red streets in the sky It seems to be a lot less bleak since we have arrived You reach to be a lot less deep, you mean it on pride Of how much free of this time Now how the smiffs gon' break up And everyday I wake up Somebody got a question about what I say I play these songs to scare the shit out of myself excessively But how alone I feel When everyone is next to me I mean look at me Now I'm the one to stand face to face with the region, we The bigger me has figured out a new way to intervene We lift in dreams My feathers go weather the storm we splitting streams No tether, removing the strings Moving at speed that you can't achieve Indubitably, Look at his wings He's gon' grow with the free Intuitively, He can see the future he do no' with Ps And you could perceive everything he speak is true to a T Freelance