Listening soft grunge in the metro
Watching the sun watching me
Making my hair golden
In the golden hour
Sets these strands on fire
My split ends -
Endless access to stress
Race to success
Face to face
But avoiding eye contact
Industrialization impact
I guess
My quest to survive
Don’t act like
You’re the one who cares less
I care a lot
Like in this movie
Everyone has their motive and it ain’t selfless
I’m sorry if you took me wrong
Cause I’m that kind of person
Who rolls like a rolling stone
So don’t expect much nobility
It is what it is
In this jungle of concrete