This is a song about "Harry styles love"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

Styles immaculate, heat seaker counterfeit

Off styles i select from anyone i choose to get you a bit of direction

Leaving behind the cold past in a fast dash cause of what these fuckers been

Just gotta be a fighter with no styles that bore

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

My styles universal aliens feel it

You're #presidential but #you #don't #do #shit like harry truman,

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

I made it to the sky, without ever biting styles

As much as i wanna leave

High styles crumbling leaves