[Intro]
[Verse 1: Haley]
A lot of sh** that just makes sense, tripping you got me bent. I'm broke, I don't have ends that make it hard for me to spend..time cause I'm grinding I'm in college, and I'm rhyming. I just need a couple dollars to get past my second hour of cla** you breaking gla**, that's your past you looking back and sh**. Pa**ion cause you practicing the architecture master it. d**h in a sinners city.. breath for the lesser made a mess in a beginners pitty. Marsh from a harsher view, I see a vision chill in traps but I been coughing too. I'm like sick of you sixty-sixers need to listen up. Trip over wires and falling off a tire, that black accent, action make me retire. The new life made it less appealing to die cause I'm closer to the moon than the mother f**ing sky
[Hook: Haley]
That's who am.. (Repeats x7)
Make Sense, Make Sense
[Verse 2: Haley]
My n***a it feel like falling from flights of feeling my vision way more appealing now to villains from the innocence. Prolly make k**ings from sickest wicked the pencil, hop fences all in my rear view mirror hear us hang everything. I make a posit for deposits I'm arriving now. The wind is calling, I'm falling into the darkness of arguments might be dreaming but it's seeming like this life now.. uh
[Outro]