NEW WAVE

I've been wrong Now we going Back and forth Mow the lawn Row the boat Reap what I sow I'm alone Going cold Groaning more Wait on ya Prone to hold Onto those who Do me dirt Leave me froze Leave me lone It's really over Still in Harlem looking for some On the search, like Sherlock Holmes Blurry view, now we popping Prosecco It's rocking your temple, I'm Rocky, Don't Leon me like Edwards I'm living like it's a Special occasion You'd think I'm in Vegas I'm Hunter S. Thompson, out my mind Shot out of a cannon Call me Alchemist the way I be phasing The way I be chasing, the chassy is racing Classy and faded We're classically tailored I'll kick your ass, I'm a boy of principle like a Kingsman Don't interrupt, always taken for granted But I'm accountable, I'm recognizing the patterns I wrecked our lives, man, it happens Considered myself the Captain All this running 'round, cappin Took my love and redacted Nice with the pen but I cap it I'm tired of looking inward Because it is what it is And my life is so stagnant Still in Harlem looking for some On the search, like Sherlock Holmes Blurry view, now we popping Prosecco It's rocking your temple, I'm Rocky, don't Leon me like Edwards I like girls, I gotta admit It's a cold world, I think I fit Shawty bad, she change appearances, not on some Abercrombie Fitch She rich, her mission was a crib Mommy held, her vision wasn't clear All she wants the future to be here Persevere, no it's weird Notice we're, on the brink It's complicated, no time to think Just sit and tinker, let it linger Can't be content When we wait Watch it break Watch it break down Pain Can you feel it? (No time to waste) Can you feel it? (No time to waste) Pain It's an infinity away Infinity away Still in Harlem, looking for some All the time gone, I'm all alone Been missing all my bitches Been tripping out my britches Been meaning to get em stitched up Done counting up my misses I'm looking towards the finish I'm looking like a witness Tryna memorize your glisten Girl treacherous with the kisses Still in Harlem looking for some On the search, like Sherlock Holmes Blurry view, now we popping Prosecco It's rocking your temple, I'm Rocky, don't Leon me like Edwards And if you're weak don't lean on me, I'm not Bill Withers I'm feeling greedy, no Smithers I'll blow your ass to smithereens, you got me addicted Alcoholic for your soul, baby, I want to sip it I feel withdrawal with the shivers