Wrong Road

I guess I need to learn Flipping all the time Because I need to burn Clipping on the thyme Because I need it later Guessing I'll be even worse Stress sticking to me like a now and later Sticking to your teeth Got cavities for sure Personalities And certain strategies Can cause fatalities Un-curtain how you be To be cured Cause malice hiding underneath your t shirt Don't need much research To be unearthed One smell of the beast The tea is served Peace How many times I had you How many times I offered How often did I come pick you up And bring your ass some water When your mama ain't buy y'all nothing And them pipes was frozen over I stayed solid You ain't give me no options You ain't polished You've got plenty grooves and cracks I've seen them all Even heavy grit couldn't smooth Or sooth the suffering that you brought I'm just knowing that it ain't easy And I'm just hoping you can't reach me On my phone 283 99