This is a song about "555"

Its splendid when it works out

I must go like fly route

Waiting for it to end

Beach on the weekend

Hold up yea we the best

Less a medium's attend,

As i write lyrics that send

Half your body laying on my chest

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

And than i am content, intend to keep going

This paper to the pen

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Is what i quest

The eyes can't comprehend

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Till it descend and i pretend to keep sewing