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Arc'teryx belt
I'm riding the bus
I feel hot as hell
That girl's acting sus
Candle is out
Don't put up a fuss
Future is now
Turn you to Dust
New shoes, new shades, can't recognize my face
Decked out in tech outfits but I can't find Myspace
Wake up, fake love, I feel myself fade
Mineral water in a bottle, stuck with plastic taste
I would sell my soul to cure myself
Boys don't cry or ask for help
Hail the main line, HTML
Online signs that give me hell
She wants a sign I never felt
One more time to hurt my health
Always looking for a steal
Can't hold back, I'm by myself
Arc'teryx belt
I'm riding the bus
I feel hot as hell
That girl's acting sus
Candle is out
Don't put up a fuss
Future is now
Turn you to Dust
I never sleep, I only recharge
There's a trench in the streets, too bad I'm too far
Too far off the gird, too far off my rails
I sit in the car, I'm watching it hail
I text when I'm outside
Ghost lights for a rough tide
Dead teen from a fever dream
Convinced that it's all lies
I feel like a monster
Lights off cause I lost her
Weak link for a boxer
Smoked out, getting softer
I don't compete
I don't spend money on beats
I dance in the rain
Lost all now come take a seat
No more complain
I'm making my money off pain
Clay on my feet
I'm only living off change
Arc'teryx belt
I'm riding the bus
I feel hot as hell
That girl's acting sus
Candle is out
Don't put up a fuss
Future is now
Turn you to Dust

Written by:
Rowan Crawford

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