Lyrics

No one expects of us this much
Don't you infuse the wind to your affections
Now look to my eyes again
Now look through my eyes again
Now chase me to the end

They like to get too hype
Now hold your horses again
They like to aim for The Temple
And so I'll steal they spin
Bay-bay
I go by ba-by
Tides changing need a new raise
Moving forward they like okay
Now they running for they old place
Yah they knew me for the four states
Changing matters so I give pace, I'm on mid chase
Imma locate
Making thousands and we on ways
Peace of mind and we proclaim

Hope so high don't need no planes
This some star division
Feel like WandaVision
World was hating past decisions
Choice a prison
I don't need yo premonitions, or admissions
Cope n system
They don't want us all resisting