Fly On A Window Chris Orrick (Ft. Blu)

[Verse 1: Red Pill]
I let the radio play, hear it softly off in the distance
Drowning it out, washing the dishes
Day dreamin about cocoa butter kisses
The windows crack the a little cause
The temper is double digits
I'm in an awesome position
But I lost my ambition depression is awfully viscous
Lately I find it that the target don't listen
And I always look behind me when I'm crossing those bridges
Somebody told me maybe I should write a happy song
I told her when I feel it, I will baby it can't be long
Cause I won't make it at this pace so mad
Itry to break up out these feelings
But they stay intact
I get so close to getting rid of, I'm like baby fat
Just when I think about the
That's part of me that gets ignored
Finish the dishes, sweep the kitchen floor

[Hook: Red Pill]
And everybody goes through it
Sometimes you feel like you'll never come back
Like you'll never come back
And all I do is worry, all I do is worry about you
And all I do is worry