Rust (Interlude)

I was born on the islands Parents tryna get away from a little bit of violence Moved to the golf course Four kids, tryna make the most You're a child in the badlands Your mother tried to get just a little bit of silence Moved from the city Famous living, privilege given Baby our hearts don't beat the same I don't expect to be that way We are precious metals Bruised petals Called in the echos of new loves mistrust Pulling you closer now But your fingers are closed We are rare precious metals Starting to rust, starting to rust