Makin space on your rocket
So I won't fade away
It's always somethin these days
It's makin neither [sense/cents?] or waiting in pockets
Wakin up for the [habit?]
I can't fit in for this
Do I accept my standin for [messin?] up again
I'm hung up on it
Yea and play for those mistakes
You doubt him [patientless?]
All my ends are [now sour?]
It's makin neither [sense/cents?] or waiting in pockets
Pay your sufferer [honest/on a ..?]
All this catch up in traffic
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