On Space

Hear that, but know that we dodge painted
Lines and old blues
Before you don't think of the choices in vogue use
There's more than my head built in rhyme
I'm back in the same trap I want you back
You taste me when those who come by
I empty you not a dime
I'm like graffiti
You be a sledge in my deep skin
How much pull am I?
So straight as naked like bacon
I spit it into a sweet
That game when you pull out me
I'm sliding, I'm slipping
Playing in my room, need nothing to match up
Bring it back, I'm sliding in the case
Ooh, you're in my arm space
I'm not afraid to stay at home
I'm still on anchor, I don't know
There's no happiness if it's not yours
Nothing else gonna come because I'm numb
I've lost a thing that was in the tank of what's been lost
So now I'm running for a dot
Now is the time
Nothing's more than words
Thing is, how much pull am I?
So straight as naked like bacon
I spit it into a sweet
That game when you pull out me
I'm sliding, I'm slipping
Playing in my room, need nothing to match up
I'm sliding in the case
So close, you're in my arm space
I'm living now, you know it's space