JUNK

Been trying to spread loving but I’ve been thinking about myself
About my time
'bout my place
And about the state of my mental health
But I want to get better, so I’ve got to get better now
It’s just a stone on which I slipped somehow

All I know is that I’m feeling in the mood
And all these tribulations
They bless my creations
I’m into waiting if it feels this good

Do I have to tell you about the times that I stress
About the pain in this game and the mental duress
But lamentations, they take so much time
Lamentations are the bulk of my rhymes

All I know is that I’m feeling in the mood
And all these temptations
They bloom into creations
I’m into waiting if it feels this good

So put me down so I can pick up my pace
‘Cause I’m bumming on my ride and I pull all my punches
In this place
And this time
Where I can wait for so long
For want of love, want of love


All I know is that I’m feeling in the mood
And all these tribulations
They bless my creations
I’m into waiting if it feels this good