Delicate

That little kid in the window's looking out at the winter like:
 "This whole world is mine if I can get this bitch to shine"
 There's no kind of friction to find
 'Cause ain't nobody runnin' towards the same finish line
 Looking at the dirty snow in the street make you believe
 Everybody must've just adjusted to the grief
 Choose what you use to motivate yourself
 You can either hate me or you can hate yourself
 Can't trust your fears
 You spent a whole bunch of years being judged by peers
 All you wanted was to touch my ears
 And get inside of my head like: "What the fuck's in here?"
 Had to take space from the hazardous waste
 Save the rags for acid rain flashbacks
 If it can wash off that awful toxic aftertaste
 Maybe that can replace all your trash bags
 Baby, I don't know, but you're obviously feeling yourself
 And that's a beautiful thing, I hope you're real with yourself
 'Cause all we got is ourselves and these mouths to feed
 And those keys on your belt that held you down on your knees
 Whatever dawg, I'm not the underdog
 I'm just a side effect of following my thumbs through the fog
 I'm outta here, all apologies to your kids
 Your whole forest on fire, hollerin' 'bout the bridge
 And everybody tryna do they best
 But everybody's best didn't take the same piss test
 I guess I should expect resentment affects perspective and context
 And you've perfected your bomb threats
 Yeah, we get high and we gon' die
 But either way, those leaves don't lie
 And as the seasons go by, more friends say bye
 Less luggage makes it easier to fly
 And when the trees turn to skeletons, listen
 You can hear the bones rattle in the wind
 It's a delicate condition
 Everything's gotta go if you wanna know what's underneath the skin
 We all have the capacity to take it there
 But if I'm gonna use gravity to take it there
 That's a delicate condition, I'm not in the position
 To tell how you livin'
 And when the trees turn to skeletons, listen
 You can hear the bones rattle in the wind
 It's a delicate condition
 Everything's gotta go if you wanna know what's underneath the skin
 We all have the capacity to take it there
 But if I'm gonna use gravity to take it there
 That's a delicate condition, I'm not in the position
 To tell how you livin'
 And when the trees turn to skeletons
 You can hear the bones rattle in the wind
 It's a delicate condition