Autopilot (feat. Urstruly)

There's a fork in the road I don't slow They ask, "Where do we go?" Yet we say we never chose, oh no There's a fork in the road I don't slow Been devoted to the process The ocean my moshpit Though often a too honest lack of expression My effervescent resting face expressing my drifted plane A Tarmac in the red with cardiac arrest, I'm Burning up the starter jet, what targets text? I barter best with autopilot motives Moment by moment it's never hold to a quotient Until I switch flows again, searching for cohesiveness But this fragmented thesis is coming at you Like a meteoric matchstick, but I need this I need this Will you piece it together There's a fork in the road I don't slow They ask, "Where do we go?" Yet we say we never chose, oh no There's a fork in the road I don't slow Been stripping myself apart Every thread that connects to back where I started Take the margin of error I could've turned out with a cold heart Had a cold start, slow to harvest the sprouts Spent too long at Ox Mountain, never giving up now No need for inspiration I built a rhythmm through the hours dedicated I'm a little fucking aimless (Though that's just my high brain) I promise if I make it then both my cities fucking make it No matter what I make, shit, my friends as family raise it There's a fork in the road I don't slow They ask, "Where do we go?" Yet we say we never chose, oh no There's a fork in the road I don't slow