We don’t talk and shouldn’t
You’ve decided sand feels good
Placed bets on an entire life eternity misunderstood
Cash is air, jobs are air, property gets stolen, RKO out of nowhere
Distractions haunt me too
Disrespectful every morning asking face to face what I’ll do
Convincing conniving with the flesh
Even in a multimillion dollar home no rest
I want to know you
But you’ll just look back Lot’s wife
And I can’t risk giving into this life.
Emotion Dough 