This is a song about "Make"

Yeah this new town cannot make

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

That'll do anything that i please

Make like a tree and leave

Stored in his mind to make,

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents