This is a song about "Make"

But when we scrap you gon make

See my hands start to shake

Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

And every new sacrifice that i make

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I surely make it fast and make their ass do the dash

Yeah this new town cannot make

What is it gonna take

They say them colors must be fake

There’s money to make