This is a song about "Punctuality"

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

We forgot our manners, became actors and ignored the hazards

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

No discipline, run up and #sucka #punch a #citizen

Kill them with kindness, like dorthy show them bliss. they'll melt like the witch,

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

I have a cleanness, allowing me to be the meanest.

Shut the fuck up and show me some adherence

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

--to the m'th degree you get more accuracy,

Secret handshakes showin the manners of elitist,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list