Entropy Video (MV)

Tell me about your problems
I'mma tell you about my fears
Conversation gettin' heavy I'mma make it clear
I've been thinking about the way you ride it I'mma let you steer
Hands up on the wheel please tell me where you wanna go
I'm not in a hurry please drive slow
You gas me up you fill me up, and I want you to know
You're the only one who tells me when to let my ego go
Them whispers turn to silence
Are they friend or foe?
Hands up on the wheel please tell me where you wanna go
I'm not in a hurry please drive slow
I put you in park just to let you reset
As I write these songs I'm one call away
And I gotta confess d'evils seem to be crossing they fingers
With a way to collect
The payment is due, what way to bounce the check so
The alcohol is abusing emotions like a rollercoaster
I'm amusing in my size nine I know this a shoe in
Laughter don't help the stress
Hands together how about we make a wish
No energy yeah I need some photosynthesis
Several ounces have me thinking how I alluded
My engine is unique
These my eluded illusions
I tilt my head just like a dog tryna to log and decipher these conversations
This is so confusing
I'm on a stroll baby I'm perusing
Our trek is so congruent
I do the work I calculate this water down fluent
Am I good to drive?
Hey, hey, am I good to drive?
It's Sunday morning and the bank ain't open
I'm hydroplaning over my skeez, but why am I frozen?
I drift away with opinions
They don't matter no more you're optional optics
I'm passing by you sayin' my special token
So give me my machine
I ain't sharing shit, you ain't even on the team
I had a nightmare I don't hear all the screams
I woke up on a different planet
Figure I can store myself in an attic of a quiet annex
Cause all these add-ons having me wanting to document
I dock you less you've been good to me
But over times it seems like you just try to mock me less
You hesitate I rebuttal, but I'm aggressive
Now I'm in your face never subtle
These public potholes, you better get a shovel
That's my license to kill
I got the passcode 007
I bonded with myself broke out the jail
Skated through the park I went off the rails
I'm gettin' sick and tired of all the f*cking bitching and the hollering
You never take me out no more so why am I even bothering
I remember you used to like my tires, but now they ain't brand new
So what is there left for me to do?
I'm getting sick and tired of all the f*cking bitching and the hollering
I like the way you drove the stick, but now you ain't even bothering
I remember them early days, this was so brand new
So what the f*ck is there left to do (shit)
Tell me about your problems
I'mma tell you about my fears
Conversation gettin' heavy I'mma make it clear
I've been thinking about the way you ride it I'mma let you steer
Hands up on the wheel please tell me where you wanna go
I'm not in a hurry please drive slow
You gas me up you fill me up, and I want you to know
You're the only one who tells me when to let my ego go
Them whispers turn to silence
Are they friend or foe?
Hands up on the wheel please tell me where you wanna go
I'm not in a hurry please drive slow