Moistless, as the desert is moistless, is my heart surrounded by the drought of peace.
My soul remains in its middle east, dying to take a sip, but what can quench my thirst is out of my grip.
Every day is so routine, same thing, living life validating the opinion of others.
I was born clenched at the throat of my expression.
The taste of everything is a sweet one. I've never been able to savour it, just sample.
Promises may never count. Too bad you're defined by who you were and not who you're becoming.
Is there ever gonna change?
Like we're all pulled over.
Pull over.
You know, I can't do this over here.
What?
I can't do this.
Not a fact. Let me out.
I met you well.
Yeah.
This nigga we going to is high-end. This ain't dirty dollars.
He got them brand new Benji, so you're doing this tonight. Got me out here all hours of the motherfucking night.
Think I'm not about to make my money.
What the fuck out there?
You know what? Get back in this motherfucking car.
Don't touch me.
What the fuck are you doing?
I'm going to get you, Caters.
They'll tell me that you're mine. Walk in the city streets.
I'm gonna get you, Cat.
So what's your name?
Leo Frey.
Leo Frey.
How are you, Leo?
My name's Caters.
This is the last time.
Cause you and I, we were born to die.
Cause, but now I am found.
