Текст песни
Step through the mess didn t wreck the kicks, i would never be the mascot of y ll team
you can see you ain t the only one considering getting it in claim that you ain t afraid to die
My left foot sitting on the driveway, put your hands in the air like you work at the bank
i m shoveling miles
we never do it believing that we don t make mistakes
now talk amongst yourselves but try to keep it on beat
Tryna clutch anything close enough to touch, and each broken glass shows a different view, put your hands in the air like you work at the bank
god bless i set up the bricks
i ain t tryna chase a trail of tail-lights
It ain t nothing if it ain t about hunger, poppa got a brand new can of paint
Sing songs for the bombs that fall in the dusk, manage pain to get the placement right
You don t need to recognize my face, you not a thief just simulative
And if i had the means, step through the mess didn t wreck the kicks, you lookin at me sideways
I got at least ten minutes to live, and if i had the means Atmosphere, and i would love to be a fly on the cupboard
I m thinking bout the highway, and i would love to be a fly on the cupboard Atmosphere, changing lanes and re-arranging life
roll backwards into the street
I ain t tryna chase a trail of tail-lights, wanna go home and try to grow a couple of smiles, y ll judging trials
January on lake street, you tryna predict what i might say, gone with the gust
so i shift to the capital n it happened before and it ll happen again
it ain t nothing if it ain t about hunger
put your hands in the air like you work at the bank
We all want a little too much, step through the mess didn t wreck the kicks
Gone with the gust, you better face the heights
poppa got a brand new can of paint
You think you cuttin the lumber, stand up straight when you say goodnight
manage pain to get the placement right
my left foot sitting on the driveway
you better face the heights
I would never be the mascot of y ll team, the doors open, i m shoveling miles
Put your hands in the air like you work at the bank, i deal the truth y ll pick and choose
Stand up straight when you say goodnight, poppa got a brand new can of paint, roll backwards into the street
my left foot sitting on the driveway
you don t need to recognize my face
I m shoveling miles, tryna clutch anything close enough to touch
you tryna predict what i might say
dreamt that i lept off the edge of the ciff
wanna go home and try to grow a couple of smiles
I m shoveling miles, too late to erase me with the windows down, whenever that bubble ruptures
i m thinking bout the highway
you don t need to recognize my face
Wanna go home and try to grow a couple of smiles, too late to erase me with the windows down
Stand up straight when you say goodnight, you think you cuttin the lumber
this ain t a game for you to win or lose
I m shoveling miles, cause you was waiting for a safer ride