Fear of regret, call to collect Keep it in tune, don't mean to be rude But he's sending me texts Don't wanna be next, I'm taking in bets I know that I'm sweet, I don't ask for much I'm driving around, the windows are down I feather the clutch Look but don't touch, I feather the clutch
It makes you so mad, and I'm so good with that Before you come over, I roll up and smoke up Roll up and smoke up the rest of the bag, ah
Lately, I've been blowing trees, caught up in the bush weed I ain't coming down Down from a place where I go to getaway And I nevеr wanna be found Lately, I've been blowing trees, caught up in thе bush weed I ain't coming down Down from a place where they recognize my face I never wanna be found
Tired of believing I may be a mess but I'm in control Scared of the feeling Deeper, the darker, the depths of my soul
I'm making a name, get out of my way Precious with time, no standing in line, I never behave Don't wanna be saved, I never behave
If I like what I see, it's leaving with me I stole in the past, I'm not proud of that I'm not proud of that but at least I come clean
Lately, I've been blowing trees, caught up in the bush weed I ain't coming down Down from a place where I go to getaway And I never wanna be found Lately, I've been blowing trees, caught up in the bush weed I ain't coming down Down from a place where they recognize my face I never wanna be found
I'm tired of believin' I may be a mess but I'm in control Scared of the feeling (Feeling) Deeper, the darker, the depths of my soul [Outro] Deeper, the darker, the depths of my soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
