Split mind, don't NEED to decide when
Straight forward, eyes on the climbing
I decide no matter the climate
Birthing bitches in my third trimester
Shift eyes, they tell me you lying
Don't care, just lay here beside me
Hang time, chasing the rewind
hang time
I need more space and security
I need less voices, just you and me
I need your touch, not your scrutiny
Squeezing too TIGHT, boy, you're losing me
Boy, you're losing