This is a song about "Crossing the road"

Left & now it seems i'm headed right down the same road

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

Death is the only road from nostalgia

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Crossing the lines fillin up a clean sheet

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

Holler if you feel like you've been down the same road (same road)

Leave in the am, on the road again

I don't care what it did to them

Fork in the road go a different route

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood