Ol’Otis
The Picasso of the Ghetto
These lyrics

Songwriting is definitely dead
No wittiness, no metaphors, half ass production smh
Are we really sure
Can a love that lasted for so long still endure?
Do I really care? Hey, hey
Let's talk about the distractions goin' on elsewhere
I keep hearin' footsteps, baby
(In the) in the dark, oh, in the dark
Why? I keep hearin' footsteps, baby
(In the) in the dark, oh, in the dark, ooh
My mind drifts now and then
Lookin' down dark corridors and wonders what might have been
Something's up ahead
Hey, should I keep this same direction or go back instead?
