And my eyes get low in that all white truck, I can barely see shit And my eyes get low in that all white truck, I can barely see Girl, I might be And I overflow like mercury Glowing with uncertainty Circles at the Chevron (Girl, I might be) I might be forever gone (Bitch, I might be gone) And my eyes get low in that all white truck, I can barely see shit Hit the gas like you wouldn't believe it Thank God I was always healing In a time so slow I was thinking 'bout us rearranging pieces Speeding up on that all black demon Going West, I don't got no reasons I was throwing stones at Hercules Throwing them so perfectly Circles at the chevron I can't be forever young Empty choir Operated from above My voice will be their voice until I'm free My hands will be their hands until I'm free