[Intro: Eli Prince]

This is where I

March on the cobblestones
Passings are troublesome
Feel the dreams

Crash on rocks made of hope

[Verse One: Eli Prince]


17 can I return to a no body
Far from a old hobby

Stowed in the loft and watch you cough as you hear it properly
Sway your dome softly
As the subtle crypts leave lips and paint an old Hockney

And man you can't stop me
Only gs up in my section,
My ^!$$% we about to blow like pubescent erections

To count my blessings immah need a hand with that
Chuck he got the camera strapped shots fired moment trapped
But now my grades slacking

And I be steady trippin' cos my papes' are kinah lackin'
And being force fed information kinah boring
So I be day dreamin' thinkin bout us ^!$$%s touring

And it seems, by
Chasing the dream, I
Have changed up my A grades to C grades

I D[e]grade the childs games
Until they call my name
And let the curtains swing til' I'm near sane


(ohh ayyy)
Dreams are marked as crime

I looked in the mirror today
And seen, some, sense
(ohh ahh)

Not so many see the way I see
I guess
So, I Just

Keep these thoughts on my chest

[Verse Two: Eli Prince]


18 and I awake from a wet dream
That's far from the sights seen

With no Demi nudes or deli foods just a lost teen
Tumbling down the burrow as I furrow far beyond screens
No grazing of my weak knees

The soft rain which seems to be rose petals
So mellow the bright yellowish bike pedal
Who speaks to me in limericks some gibberish

Seems to bring peace to me
Sway pretty peacefully
And then I wake back up

Swiftly taken from my haven fore I miss mine bus
To a place that's full of sapiens that chase thine bucks
And they demonize us aliens cos we don't look

At
The things that they do
We mimic the moves in the hope to allude

With the views that they hold are so far from the truths
They start to see through when you sway from the ruse


[Hook x1: Eli Prince]
Keep these thoughts on my chest


[Outro: Eli Prince]