orizuru horizon

<sub>birds fly on the horizon
feeling fine when im dying
origami on my mind

paper cranes went to heaven
state we were left in,
grace
had to make us
when its getting late

paper cranes went to heaven
they that stayed left guessing
like to change it but i aint pretending

so many couldnt seem to get it
mean to get outa the network but wound up further indebted
dreaming a gold chain werent never heavy
in this lifetime they werent ready

feel like i been here so many times before
grown accustomed to the lies theyre second nature
so many living only to meet their creator
when theyre dead theyre greater

so many left the way when their personal savior
became chasing the paper
figured the only end was making seven figures
then in the grave regret it later

origami on my mind

weight is heavy and im tired of never getting anything that i want
whenll it be me that got it
dont need a whole lot
but a fews things i been window shopping
namely my heart

locked behind glass
like i forgot
combination to the padlock that i bought
woulda brought it back to the shop
but the way its beating felt illegal like a stash
gotta hide it from the cops

whipping my hair like Willow
when nightmares frightened my home
need a new territory, Zillow
so i aint scared when i turn my head back to the warm side of the pillow

most of our history belongs to the old folks
like flight of the bumblebee
overfeed the elderly
the young are hungry

say you want me one more time

always felt i been deserving
aint concerned with nourishing hurts
already burned bridges
snitches give their autograph with fingerprints all over your back
sins of the past propel a person into a perfect version

no play when im always working
harder to stand up straight with this raven on my shoulder perching
players play the game while most end up lurking
most on the earth aint even earthlings

thats the word as its served to us
you can eat it up like a free lunch or starve
aint gluttonous to need carbs
lovely to look up and see stars

wanna fly just like the next guy
but a pilots license is hard to acquire
bogged in the mire of dire thoughts, honor expired
paper cranes on the horizon

birds fly on the horizon
feeling fine when im dying
origami on my mind</sub>