Route

Umm, Nah, different notions bout the things I've done

Umm, I, gotta find me space in places I lied

(Oh, oh)

Running outta miles

Lost in all direction where my conscience lead my mind

(Oh, oh)

Let it bleed on fine lines

My desire, feed the fire, burning, so cold

Say that it won't matter

Breathing in the vapor

Routing for the better, ah oh

Now I see it clearer

En route for party favor

Was it human nature, oh oh

Tell me is it crime? Ah oh

Say it wouldn't matter

Breathing out what's left in me, oh god I let it

And so the curtain calls, who am I breaking for

(It don't even burn anymore, they know me on surface)

Green, check, write my wrongs

Technicolor, shifted tones

Got it blessed, Saint Laurent

When the dream calls imma turn it all to gold like woah

Say that it won't matter

Breathing in the vapor

Routing for the better, ah oh

Now I see it clearer

En route for party favor

Was it human nature, oh oh

Tell me is it crime? Ah oh

Ohh, ohh, ohh

Ohh, ohh, ohh