This is a song about "Making loe"

This insomnia, making my head spin

All wale talking is ambition

She was always making sells

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Dmv so we used to the waiting

The mess you've been making.

I was born to do the damn thing

And verbally swears the count in making

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Dropping bombs while reciting my work in making

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

No slow demonstrations finally motivation to get making

Well people are always making fables

And i need you to show me love