[Intro]
[Verse 1: Haley]
A lot of shit that just makes sense, tripping you got me bent. I'm broke, I don't have ends that make it hard for me to spend..time cause I'm grinding I'm in college, and I'm rhyming. I just need a couple dollars to get past my second hour of class you breaking glass, that's your past you looking back and shit. Passion cause you practicing the architecture master it. Death in a sinners city.. breath for the lesser made a mess in a beginners pitty. Marsh from a harsher view, I see a vision chill in traps but I been coughing too. I'm like sick of you sixty-sixers need to listen up. Trip over wires and falling off a tire, that black accent, action make me retire. The new life made it less appealing to die cause I'm closer to the moon than the mother fucking sky
[Hook: Haley]
That's who am.. (Repeats x7)
Make Sense, Make Sense
[Verse 2: Haley]
My nigga it feel like falling from flights of feeling my vision way more appealing now to villains from the innocence. Prolly make killings from sickest wicked the pencil, hop fences all in my rear view mirror hear us hang everything. I make a posit for deposits I'm arriving now. The wind is calling, I'm falling into the darkness of arguments might be dreaming but it's seeming like this life now.. uh
[Outro]
[Verse 1: Haley]
A lot of shit that just makes sense, tripping you got me bent. I'm broke, I don't have ends that make it hard for me to spend..time cause I'm grinding I'm in college, and I'm rhyming. I just need a couple dollars to get past my second hour of class you breaking glass, that's your past you looking back and shit. Passion cause you practicing the architecture master it. Death in a sinners city.. breath for the lesser made a mess in a beginners pitty. Marsh from a harsher view, I see a vision chill in traps but I been coughing too. I'm like sick of you sixty-sixers need to listen up. Trip over wires and falling off a tire, that black accent, action make me retire. The new life made it less appealing to die cause I'm closer to the moon than the mother fucking sky
[Hook: Haley]
That's who am.. (Repeats x7)
Make Sense, Make Sense
[Verse 2: Haley]
My nigga it feel like falling from flights of feeling my vision way more appealing now to villains from the innocence. Prolly make killings from sickest wicked the pencil, hop fences all in my rear view mirror hear us hang everything. I make a posit for deposits I'm arriving now. The wind is calling, I'm falling into the darkness of arguments might be dreaming but it's seeming like this life now.. uh
[Outro]
( Haley Halflife )
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