This is a song about "Heading"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Disconnecting from ya neck i really dont wanna be heading

A lovely outer surface

Heading straight to your office

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Heading home later to burn a piece of paper so worthless

Loaded by my bedside crazyjealous when you hang with the fellas, i wait patiently alone

At the stars, he feels hopeless sitting here alone so he beside to start heading home,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

But hell is surely were your heading,

Still wandering where my life is heading,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

We don't ever make love

Heading straight to your office

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop