Who the hell needs roads for where I'm going. They say I'm high on weeds but they're far from knowing, that no road leads to where I'm trynna go but You. All of my friends, they say I've gone mad, but they don't know, there's an invisible pathway guided by your light who's taking me towards you. It's making sense, feels like, finally, I'm going to get the one I belong to. I was born to go out and get You.