This is a song about "I make things"

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

And i hope maybe we feel the same things,

Why i can't move away

Things will be right, i say.

I'm not amused things start to make me depressed

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

I do things right that the president wont, i make my prescence known,

Ings, now listen to the way i change these things

They say he the key to my blessings

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

And every time i try to make things better...

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

We should try to make things speedy

I would do awful awful things

But this ain't physics or rocket science