Adobo - maps

I ain’t even know right where we’re going
I ain’t seen a map here in a while
But if I did, do you think I could read it?
Do you think this worth another mile?
See, every turn seems to get sharper
Guess it is this that you don’t know yet
And every day feeling farther
Human Made bags cause i got no rest
Straying for a life that don’t seem far fetched
Tryna draw out everything that we sketched
Standing room, let it spill out onto the
Stadiums let it all be filled of
Craniums that all feel familiar
Mania, still spit off kilter
Wilter down, when the night gets to ya
Falling off, let her see right through ya
Falling down
Hard to see where the ground starts now
Hold me up
It’s pretty tough where your feet set
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain’t seen a map right in a minute
I ain’t seen a home here in a while
But if I did do you think you could feel it?
Nostalgia keep your heart riled
I’m still wasting all of my good nights
And barely putting up good fights
Assume that you been alright
So no need to get too tight
No more time to keep trying repairs
No more time for what wasn’t even there
Hard to prepare, hard to determine the love we don’t share
Hard to withstand hurricanes
Letting maps blow in the wind
Grow with the wins, stoned from the Ls
Tying dumbbells
Jumping from pedestals they wouldn’t sell
Jumping from dreams, fall in the view
I‘ll spend my whole world chasing for you
Chasing for moments with the right hue
I’ll spend my whole world chasing for you
That shit was minimum, everyday cinema
You found some intimacy in your innocence
That shit is critical, That shit is critical,
You either loving or leave on a syllable
I ain’t even know right where we’re going
I ain’t seen a map right in a while
But if i did, do you think i could read it?
Do you think this worth another mile?

Written by:
Aaron Navarro

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