SUBURBAMORE - Leaf

Life’s dull, mind’s dull, spiteful
Tryna live mindful
Highs, lows throwing me off
Mr Miagi I got the wax on me
Where’d the time go?
I ponder when I’m in the backseat of God’s taxi
Who is he
Who am I to him
Who is more human
Blew through a blue hunnid just to go stupid
I got a slow Cupid, stopped waiting
Dropped faith in the first love one sun rotation later
The day I get to know the maker feeling closer lately
I stay tokin tho, cuz going sober’s more crazy
I don’t sip slow from a wine glass
I saw my whole life pass in a time lapse
I find a wide gap between where my minds at and peace of it
Process feelings til I’m tired of rap
Not inclined to trust in the powers that act upon my life
Still, the weight of free will great, I’ll be a pawn in life
I’ll be a pawn in life
I was living in the place where regrets lived
And threats hid
I learned you never wanna bet shit
On that which you have no faith but in your bed sheets
That was my version of a bench press 7 days a week
The search of heaven daze the weak
Free fall from the peak
Weed packed in my denim jeans
Left hand with lemon breeze
This fantasy is ending me, but I don’t even need him
I just hit autopilot
I’ll see ya in the evenin
And I’ll fall
Mwa
I’ll fall into the cradle of my grave
And I’ll fall
I’ll fall into the privileged
Soil of my birth
And I’ll fall
I’ll fall into the cradle of my grave

Written by:
Alice Bibaud, Mitchell Ross

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