Mustard Seed
Leon Smith II
She said she like when we FaceTime
I don't really like when we FaceTime
Cuz' i got different faces
From the day to the night
Gotta make sure that you see the right side
Swinging low on the grapevine
Your juice sweet
I don't know if you can taste mine
Bittersweet leaves the taste to your tongue
Burns scars deep down in the gum line
I know how you feel
But i can't make sure
How to know if it's real
My mind running round
While im tryin to catch up
Fall to the floor
Break the ground with your trust
Im honest as fuck
When i get to the point
And your patient as hell
With the way that i am
I feel out of place
I look for escape
Im sorry i hurt you
You deserve everything