Organization & Classification WILLOW

[Verse 1]
Classification and organization is ruining the minds of our generation
I said it
That’s why they’re always spraying up in the sky, they had a new design today
But they're on their phone and I'm on a roll
And I do not care cause I am the oldest one
Up in my mind, but not in real time
I'm just a... teenager
But I feel angrier than a swarm of hornets
They call us whores but it's just because
We do just what we want and don't look back once
Is that what it's come to? No, no
My parents are 1 and 2, and I am their child
I am 3, I am the wild
I am free
We are the children that sing the ancient song
And we can sing it very well
But there's still so much to learn
There's still so much to earn
But I yearn

Who am I scared
Who cut us open
Tiyawn

[Verse 2]
Organization and classification is ruining the hearts of our generation
I said it
But actually, True told me that
True made the map
True took us to the forest to the top of the mountain