It starts off with the sun shining.
Then it's as if it turns its back on you.
You did something.
You know it's karma coming back to get ya.
The grey pavement turns into plastic stepping stones.
You feel like swaying.
You start to run.
Brushing past the trees it feels like hurricane
It's like an outer body experience, scary.
You pound the pavement, for real.
Then everything slows down.
Your fine.
Then it's as if it turns its back on you.
You did something.
You know it's karma coming back to get ya.
The grey pavement turns into plastic stepping stones.
You feel like swaying.
You start to run.
Brushing past the trees it feels like hurricane
It's like an outer body experience, scary.
You pound the pavement, for real.
Then everything slows down.
Your fine.
