Flava

Yeah I told u I was down

300 miles I miss u comin around

All the while couldn't focus on the now

It was matter of patience

More or less evident

More or less I been doin better than

Last year scheduling

Livin a cinema with a lil less editing than the typical

I never was cynical or particularly generous

It isn't cool

But the sentiment is who gives fuck anyway you don't wanna be an icycle

I still maneuver the city up on a bicycle

Ok She goes to college

Is very organized

A lil polished

But still listen to Chris Wallace

And with a lil piff she can find solace

Ok I understand

the dichotomy of us was unplanned

But fuck it

I think I want u to fly in

I know a guy who's goin crazy by the second

strollin round with weed in his denim

Freed of the venom

walkin round like jesus had sent em

Read what he read em

Realities are weaving together

Fiending to get em

To reality he seem to be tethered

Thank god for that tho

She like martinis and hate tobacco

She pretty stable like a back bone

And neither of em ever understand the others

But out of love they still attached tho

So far off

Far off they love

Lost hope

But found the one

Yeah I told u I was down

300 miles I miss u comin around

All the while couldn't focus on the now

It was matter of patience

U stopped playin wit me then u were gone but

people still waitin to see what happens

heart got taken by me I did the honors

I promise it's not habit

The view is like a painting

In ya parents apartment

Too grown up to be me

Yeah you grew up thru drama

So far off

Far off they love

Lost hope

But found the one