Used to be a shouter
Used to torture all those doubters
Now my car won’t fit the highway
My way trapped in a time frame
Trapped in a time frame
I became a landscape
Free of all trash crates
Am I oppressed?
You can say
I won't say
The turn is no longer mine
That’s fine, i cross lines
To definition of a bad rhyme
Over thinking from time
I think there’s no time
I’m sinking in time
I became a landscape
I became a landscape
Am I oppressed?
You can say
I won't say
