[Verse 1: MDS]
Sometimes you just need music for the bad times
And sometimes you need good points for the bad lines
And sometimes you try to hide a rotted hide cause you're afraid that you're plumb stuck in the midst of a bad jive
So what they tell us move on forget
What that lead to more and more regrets
Unwarranted deaths with thick chicks in the choruses
Thinking yo what if I just had more in me
Maybe I could be the one to be the closer
Maybe I could be the one holding her a bit closer
Maybe I could be the one opening shows for so and so and be that one kid breaking down borders
But we can't go back no the past is poison
The futures the antidote
And Our choices
The present
Our hands eluding hope
I always get that confused with loose ends at a rope
Cause everywhere I go crowds screaming choke choke
And sometimes man I just don't know
If I can be that guy in previous lines
Man I punched the clock now I'm
Bleeding from time