innafield/wmmr

Water the forest, it blossoms I'm on the floor looking up Proceed with caution, I've got no options I'm just praying to god mama adopt it We in a field, blowing obnoxious Often my spirit is trampled by topless bitches, my vice Pausing this shit for the night Struggle to ignore my lack of the profit Giving myself speeches, but often I'm speechless I got to remind myself that I'm a whole lot more than my features More than a leader I'm a preacher, feeding myself my ideas Shitting them out Sit in a field, hoping you'll need them