Disorder by Ewy Lyrics

When I'm goin' 60 round 90 degrees corners
Hedges flyin' past my face, feels like I'm in a disorder, sorta
When I'm goin' 60 round 90 degrees corners
Hedges flyin' past my face, feels like I'm in a disorder, sorta
When I'm goin' 60 round 90 degrees corners
Hedges flyin' past my face, feels like I'm in a disorder, sorta
Disorder
Sorta
Sorta

What you see is what you get
All the thoughts in your head
Everything you've done and said
Pray to God it won't be read
The world is mine and it is shit
Do what you like for a bit
Gone to bed, insecurities lit
Think about it the next time till you get hit

All we are is what we are