Letras
Weight bows
Taking the gold
Willfully waiting
Coming off as tasteless
Giving on more than letting up
Sitting on a gold mind
Taking all of the time
Flying by a no cap caveat
It came up
Another taker
You want to stay up
then try to wake up
The wake of the tapered
That made up the riddle
A wave of the same palm
Innate rungs to scale up
The weight of the radiant
Not an awful lot to ask to stave
Make way for what's bound to take the place
Not an awful lot to ask to stay
Make way for what's bound to take the place
Had to feign all the gains thoughts in trains
Leaving all of the shame half-explained