If there's ever a choice, then don't choose me
Follow blindly if you want, I choose to lead
The road less traveled has a narrow path
Not too many can take the damn weather's wrath
If you only trust your eyes just to see it clear
Your ass delicate as glass, just like a chandelier
The shit glitters and it's got you with "ooh's" and "ahh's"
You might prefer to hit play, my favorite button is pause
Like, why you only see with your eyes?
Why are you so motherfucking weak inside?
Why don't you just stand up and show some damn pride?
Not not everything in life is bout an instant desire
Don't get me wrong, I'm cold as fuck, I love me a fire
But there's a whole lot more than what's in your face for you to acquire
And to this day, it's hard for me to not say "liar"
But that's okay, one of these days I'll find me a rider.
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