I can see the outside with no distractions My lungs will no longer breathe the ocean water I?m released from this cell I?d give up everything. It?s sinking
closin', from the other side it looks like it's openin', Where am I tryna to go with this? Only the chosen, find a way out Everybody move out! Make sure
writing, the Lord put something on my spirit man, It was just a way of me speaking to you things I wanted to relate to you man This is my, letter to
it's all good and plenty I hust can't count how many trampy hoes I done did it to Licked it, did it, split it too But shit is cool makin' the thrilla
