prod. by @officialbiosphere
mixed by @ibr

Lyrics:

A street vendor peddles on the sidewalk
A man walks by made of white chalk
A sculpture they built out of light conversation,
That fell when I passed, so it’s my fault 
A head chef smokes by a side door
Pupils misbehaving like an eye sore
A new couple trips on their own fascinations
They fell when I passed, but they might soar

And All the lights in the sky can’t hold themselves
I’m so wrapped up in myself that
I can’t help with weight they bear
Just tell them they should buy shelves

An old man’s cane on its last leg
A women selling tickets to a nice bed
A man of many mysteries and all of his patrons
Who fell as I passed saw them write checks
An empty jar waiting by a street performer
A business women trynna get her things in order
A man was running chasing down a taxi in thecity street
He feel when I passed, saw him chip his shoulder

And all the clouds in the sky can’t hold themselves
I’m so wrapped up in myself that
I didn’t feel when the rain came down
I felt cold and my coat didn’t really help 

Oh why do I never plan ahead, 
I leave the house so fast sometimes forget my head
My mom called my phone said I need my rest
And when My dad called, well he left a message instead
I walk a long road to work, see the people I pass
Know there’s a part of me that really likes to live in the past
I overthink, and while I’m thinking, I forgot to watch my feet
I tripped and fell as the people walked past

walking with my eyes closed || prod. by biosphere

Throwin down till you don't know what up is

Chris Wright / ennis joslin / lifelike. / cemdrive

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