I used to think about greed, I used to think about lust.
Now I'm chasing other things I can't seem to reach because it was nothing but wants.
Now I think about me, I had enough, of the words if I could just learn that it hurts pretending it meant nothing to us?
Or am I just chasing worth, If I stand still, I'm just making it worse.
Is this creation of luck, separate spaces like plaintiff and judge.
Stuck on labels like containers of food. Pull my other senses and replace them with love until all you feel is the drums It's sensationally good.
Guess that's not tasty enough starting to sound like Jay z or something.