When I say pick up, pick up
On the thicker parts I’m laying down
As I can’t paint in place and fill your cup
But I’ll hide your bottle in a bag brown

I could’ve wrote you a thousand lines
About how I’ve been on this ride a thousand times

That I’d find a way to navigate all the rhymes
And at the end of the day I’d let you get away with a million crimes

When the spacing doesn’t work out
I’ll start to lift the weight off your shoulders
I’ll grab my bags in doubt
To be crushed by words as heavy as boulders

I’ll hold no water
With holes placed intentionally by its plotter
And we’ll see what grows
Until the day our time slows