the bump heads part

As you pretend this world turns again Never believing in yourself you still can Die out in an open crowd they laugh you Couldn’t much face it so close can taste How you disprove yourself drama filled You catch a bunch a wind you got yourself Heavens crumble to falling faces out Lifeless only time will tell how you feel Death around the hour yet you roll again Will you win with wanting too love yourself Power days stay here as you all disappear Well smoke one for me sister and brother I’ll do the same for you true pothead As you pretend the world still spins free Am I going to be the change broken down to always remain the same Staring life right in the space crash with me I love the taste so sweet Your lips pop corks champagne I got seven inches of reason believe Look this way it’s not about enough to encounter ways step a lil closer What’s in your way to be the cream of the crop shop odd outside case Timelines paralyzed with what’s worth you have arrived my new Friend why pretend we don’t look the same bad within to look clear We make the day seem so innocent and pleasing lotion for your body This way brings ways of attraction manifestation new education rawr