Yo, I've undersold what I'm going through I'm pointing you and shedding light on what I'm coming to The colors press me to the grayer states Erasing the vigor I used to have I figure if I do the math I'll groove a path Pressure existing in regions I never knew existed I'm finding reasons to be submissive to new conditions Maybe I was born for a regular life My heart is like sediments sled in a bed of my plights Let the rain fall down on top my feelings I'm feeling like I should sliver inside a hole and quiver Picture a plant that's at the bed of a river Swaying to the flow but dying under a stigma That it has to be a certain way People plugging at its petals cause it's tucked away I'm just pressing on the gas, running back until I crash Inside the tunnel I molded for men to pa**