This is a song about "Coffee busy stressful"

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

Busy dreaming about the magic which i'm weaving

So when the mouth is busy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

But he was to busy falling

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

He suffered, his mother to busy worried,

Can you picture my specific plan

Still strong like coffee at the five a.m.

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

Bitches pursue me like a dream

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,