Outside was once a thing,
Bring emo out a king,
Queen,
Don’t matter what it seems,
Anxiety is a thing,
Means,
Priorities merge with pain,
Turn hateful in the same,
Shame,
I go for goals I aim,
No matter the quarantine,
lane,
Of mines I can’t complain,
I say it causes it’s me,
To change,
And I’m outdoors and same,
Same moves as year before,
reign,
They don’t wanna see a king,
In regular clothes just plane,
Jane,
They rather me whips and chains,
Like slavery wasn’t thang,
Dang,
Im doing more,
Than moving forward,
There’s goals I’ve set,
& moving towards,
The rules y’all set are rules of yours,
And I don’t comply,
While you adore,
Close minded for, 
The roll you play,
To build rapport,
Your moves of snake are moves of yours,
And I don’t subscribe,

I got these atoms in me even in evenings I’m tree’d,
While serpents tryta feed greed the dean continue free eats,
I know they tired of me please sleep and count on ya sheep,
Speaking of sheep ppl deep sleep when sleeping on me, 
WAKE UP!

Hook:

Outside,
Remember when it was free,
Now I got a mask on me,
or Ima get pulled over by the police,
What’s free,
(2x's)

Outside (Rough)

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