Forks - Ivan Ave

What you doing with your life, son?

Ey, say I don’t usually do, but I’d smoke one with you

Knock on your door to your closed off rooms

Ain’t no tellin' what would happened if I burst on through

Let’s go halves on a cab, maybe my firstborn too

Was it diamonds or rhinestones?

man, I don’t know

Had to go by the time you awoke

Been a while since you and I spoke in the same timezone

Crossed paths and had our minds blown

Now we alone again, strolling to the tomb

What we do is split the road in two

So what you wanna do?

Some of them couldabeens are bound to haunt you

When your room to maneuver is feeling like a phonebooth

New Forks in the road

Pass the sauce

Waiting for lady to drop them drawers

They say to open a new, gotta close old doors

Cold between them though, put your coat on

New forks in the road, nah

Where do I go?

Are we walking down the right one?

You ain’t got ya ducks in a row

Now you often want to know

What you doing with your life, son?

I’m just dodging the abyss

My eyes in a prism

Was in the dark for a minute, but now I’m out here squintin'

From a hospital bed to me and Fred top-billin

From I don’t get it to we about to get it

New fork in the road, I need a knife

Fuck a pie chart

Give me a slice

Thought I saw god creepin' in the night, but blink twice, it was the city

lights, aiight

Forks in the road

What you doin' with ya

What you doin' with ya life?

You ain’t got ya ducks in a row

Motherfucker

Keep ya shit straight