This is a song about "555"

And i'm suspended in the air floating

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

I think you and your friends

You on a journey that bends

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Less a medium's attend,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

The fabrics of the universe is unknowing

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Till it descend and i pretend to keep sewing

As i write lyrics that send

Hold my tears i tried my best

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

And than i am content, intend to keep going

And do i need to mention when

This paper to the pen