I've slowly fallen, like Satan, from the graces swapped paces and places, to capture different faces but the wanderlust on my breath is strong, taste this It's hard to bond when half the time I'm gone black hair, curves, four leafed clover thong, afternoons snoozing and browsing Netflix flashes of my life till I'm on to the next bit I can't get no respite, I just might break my next flight for this chick, hopeless romantic, can't stand it but lately I've been ghost on this whole scene mind stolen like my future is a bandit who's mind set is all about the greed a fiend for the green presidents that sink further into my dreams calling my name, telling me it's worth the pain to gain have pockets on swoll with no shame to get a foothold in the game thousands would be pocket change but the man in the mirror doesn't look so set, half ******, dressed for bed wishing he could disappear for a bit, maybe never come back the king of disappearing, yeah he likes the sound of that.