A black sheep looking for a getaway I got two plane tickets, baby name your place Neighbors' dog, plotting out his escape I ran downstairs and unlocked that gate
Well sometimes you do what you feel Well most times I feel like shit
So slow down, feels like we're rushing away Tried my hold on to this impossible game And I know I'm wrong, what else can I say? I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that lane
Woke up living in yesterday Walked to the store, there's a game to play That scratch off ticket never did bring luck I'm out back wishing I still gave a fuck
Well sometimes you get what you give But most people just take it
So slow down, feels like we're rushing away Tried my hold on to this impossible game And I know I'm wrong, what else can I say? I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that lane
It's just these little things I wish they didn't mean so much It's such a silly thing But it makes you think you're out of touch
So slow down, feels like we're rushing away Tried my hold on to this impossible game And I know I'm wrong, what else can I say? I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that lane I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that laneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
