INTRO - CHIKA

Call it intuition, but I’m about to change the world, it’s been my only mission

I built my shit on Instagram, it may appear to glisten

But I knew then it all would fade, I had it made and I’d eventually get them to

listen

I been existing in a world I made my own, but the internet it temporary,

now I crave a home

What a journey I been on, word to my feet, word to my heart, word to my past

Word to my sheets that caught all these runaway tears, my makeup leaving streaks

And my pillows look like pages, dry mascara look like ink

For the Js I roll for solitude and ash up in the sink

If I don’t accomplish nothing, I hope this music make you think, yeah

I hope this music make you think, yeah

I hope this music make you think, yeah

I hope this music make you think