Wonderin’, would you be, my little quarantine?
What the hell is wrong with everybody right now?
Haunted by the melody …
I don’t need to be a gangsta
To be a man
They’re digging for gold in my neighborhood
Where all the old buildings stood
And they keep digging down, down
So that their cars can live underground
Winds are starting to blow out there
It’s only yours if you run for it
Sow that seed with no regrets
Gets so hard when you know you want it all