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When I get back, am I intact Did I go far enough Check on my status Used to the heat and the environment Bitch I am mutable I am not usual, want a retirement Wearing all black, dressed for a funeral It was inside of me all along But it's fucked up I wasn't ready yet Hanging by my front trucks Thunder, steady yeah Freedom riding solo Come on, ante Feeling solo dolo Keep it candid Freaking for some Moore though That's a Mandy Keep a mask on though That's a mandate Freedom of the mind, self imposed Meaning of the time, no one knows Feeling like I am just a ghost Someone just move the goal post Freedom riding solo Come on, ante Feeling solo dolo Keep it candid Freaking for some Moore though That's a Mandy Keep a mask on though That's a mandate Hanging with some friends you're not into Shit doesn't hit the same, not like it used to Yeah I got a car, got a new palace Feeling the same but a little established Out on my own I wanna go home I wanna go home But it's fucked up I wasn't ready yet Hanging by my front trucks Thunder, steady yeah, rolling Cause it's fucked up I got two cups And I switch them up Little luck bitch I'm an artist, I don't give a fuck I just saw an art show and I think it's called Avari Pretty little thing, if I could get her to date me Got a couple people who are willing to pay me I just keep on slipping man I'm out here in 8-D Yeah I feel like I'm eighty Yeah I feel like a daydream Got a crowd in my mind Yo why it feel like they hate me Yeah I'm rocking to fakie So I can revert all the shit That keeps my mind steady aching And my heart steady pacing Yeah I've been missing my home I've been out on my own Don't know what it is though So I feel all alone I alienated myself straight from the go I done seen some things I can't erase from the dome But it's fucked up I wasn't ready yet Hanging by my front trucks Thunder, steady yeah, rolling Cause it's fucked up I got two cups And I switch them up Little luck bitch I'm an artist, I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck But it's fucked up I wasn't ready yet Hanging by my front trucks Thunder, steady yeah, rolling Cause it's fucked up Yeah it's fucked up
Writer(s): Jonathan Swanson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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