Even Flow

Freezing, rest his head on a pillow made of concrete

Again

Oh, feeling, maybe he'll see a little better than he does

Oh, hate, a face that he's seen time again and that familiar

Oh, the grin, he can't help but be happy, looks insane

Oh yeah, an even flow, thugs are rough like butterflies

Oh he don't know, so he chases them away

Someday yet, he'll begin his life again, life again, life again, kneeling, looking to the

paper though he doesn't know to read, Oprah, another selfie that has never shown him anything,

Oh feeling, understand the weather of winter is only this way

Oh ceiling, feel the fire between an illegal house of shame

Oh yeah

Even flow, talks around like butterflies

Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away

And someday yet, he'll begin his life again

I'm whispering hands, gently in my way, in my way, in my way, yeah, whoo, ha, ha, yeah.

Even Flo talks a lot like butterflies

Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away

And someday yet, he'll begin his life again

I whisper in his head, just lead him away, him my way, him my way, yeah, whoo!