VERSE 1 (Swamburger):
Peace! But I'm still a big fan of "War," fighting with sound mind, trying to find yours. Y'all gotta be a bit more invested, my message is not suggested by the norm, nor challenged to be rejected to reform. Be warned! I'm passionate about the Swam you think is speaking. Mistake me for the man I'm not... I'm eager to inform your belief into the fact that I can teach you how to listen to reason, watch. All of a sudden words are tangible. Envision my hand to you before I slap the next word in your face for misunderstanding, Ewwww.. You almost made me cross the line and break the proof that we're connected. Good thing I'm not projecting. Ok, I admit... I do it to provoke the few I commit and stay committed to when I spit spit, but I'm equipped to back the talk, blame it on the beat though, it pushed my opinion on the people, people

HOOK:
Yeah, I'm talking my language, now everybody's singing my song but you. Who are you? Ha. Yeah, I thought we we're connected through what you expected me to be... not you. Haha, yeah

VERSE 2 (Alexandrah):
Where's the peace in "we're pleased to continue conversing?" And I'd like to show you better than I show myself
How deeply can we say we know what we mean? When I'd like to know you better, then I know myself. Sometimes I tire of trying to get a
Message across. The sentence feels broken. I know the essence is lost and you're nowhere to be found. Please come back around

HOOK

VERSE 3 (Swamburger/Alexandrah):
There seems to be some confusion, using music as an illusion to tell the world that this is me. Well, it's a piece of me but not the whole. Sometimes you try to control the role I play beyond the story told like: Who? Every one of a few. What? Take initiative too. Ok, where? Make a day at their pace. When? In a moment of haste. Ok, Why? Cause the timing is right. How? As the wind she inspires

HOOK