Four months until a new year, wonder would I be on some new shit like this year
Wonder if consequences will catch me slipping like shift gears
Wonder if competition will overlap me like windmills
Wonder if all my friends will start doing promotions
Wonder if all this rap shit start taking a motion
Wonder like Alice, wonder like woman
She just got her hell nails did from New Orleans
And it's hotter than a suna and her man is still in the apartment
And they still steady arguing about who did this and who did that
Building an algorithm and building a villian
To never be willing to sit down and talk about all of our feelings
Your time wasted