Dylamic - Crooked Lines

Oh my oh my
I got some much on my mind
It ain't perfect but I try
No I don’t need no advice
Feel like those are only lies
Oh my oh my
Still working on design
Hope that you don’t mind
All the crooked lines
I got some much on my mind
It ain't perfect but I try
No I don’t need no advice
Feel like those are only lies
Oh my oh my
Still working on design
Hope that you don’t mind
All the crooked lines
When i ain't at the studio I’m typing on my phone
I don’t go to parties man I catch the vibe alone
I got goals that involve me all around the globe
On the road Like my microphone
That line probably flown over your head like a drone
If she overly attached
Then I’m gone up in smoke
Like a pack of cigs aren’t we all lost?
Does the map exist? optimist or pessimist
Do you solve your problems with a pair fists
Or do you analyze what’s happening?
Don’t judge a product for it’s packaging
I’m often in a place where I can’t stop imagining
It’s all gravy do we fall maybe
Stuck in one place the bass got the walls shaking
It’s 4am still I’m song taping
If you know me that is no surprise
Losing time probably do this till I die
Please excuse the crooked lines
Crooked lines
Oh my oh my
I got some much on my mind
It ain't perfect but I try
No I don’t need no advice
Feel like those are only lies
Oh my oh my
Still working on design
Hope that you don’t mind
All the crooked lines
I got some much on my mind
It ain't perfect but I try
No I don’t need no advice
Feel like those are only lies
Oh my oh my
Still working on design
Hope that you don’t mind
All the crooked lines
Spend 3 years of my life impressing people
That I don’t like they didn’t see the vision
That I had inside my mind
For a second thought bout quitting glad I didn’t
Leave it all behind give me just a minute
I’m going be in different cities Every night
And she artistic and she different
Then she definitely my type
I’m inside to much
I told myself that if these records finally pop
That you might spot me in the nightlife
I’m just tryna get the homie Grizzly in a nice ride
Tell the competition night night
I do this for the love never for the hype hype
If this ain't something you love
Then I tried I tried please don’t mind mind
All the crooked lines lines
Lines lines lines
Oh my oh my
I'm still working on design
Hope that you don't mind
All the crooked crooked
Lines

Written by:
Dylan Paauw

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