Lyrics

The rolling stone with the potent poems
Live through a pair of headphones
To face the road with
Rap sheet smelling like Folgers
Every coffee stain get lifted when I walk through the rain
To chase the omen
Wherever I lay my gym bag at
Is where my home is
Same for where I lay the demon sword at
I'm Meliodas
Seven Deadly pens
I write til I see the end
Blessed with selective vision
All I see is where to begin
I'm in the wind
Tracing my scent
Will get you bent
Outta' your consciousness
Digital folders
Filled to the brim
With chloroform quotable lines
Straight from the Noveliss
I been writing in my phone
My notebook is probably watching us

(Hook)
I know its dawn
I must've waited too long
Mixing up the time zones
But
I loose track of my days
Pick up the phone
I'm losing track of my days
I'm phoning home
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Second verse open up a dimension
Where I can fit in
The rain in Seattle feels tactical
Tackle your mood
I'm leaving this afternoon
I've slept in shoes
I forgot to kick them off
To used to sleeping in cars
The genius is still at large
I don't rest my eyes today
In pursuit of better tomorrows
Dont ever miss your calling
Seeking approval from bosses
The victory flawless
Mc's sweat the technique
Until it drip through they coffin
No days off
I've been exhausted
But still see the light through the dark like Brian Dawkins

Enta Da Stage who Got You Open
The water's toxic
Build us a wall
Dont feed the homeless
My body is intact
My spirit among the broken
I dont feel the highs the way that I should
But all the lows hit
The curse of the road trip
Wheels spinning this vibe I'm on
Hasta La
The traveling man is just a Vagabond