Redroot - The Route Lyrics

80 degrees at Eight in the morning
I'm never really trying
And I want to go home
But I don't know the way
And my phone, it can't help me
I need to find the route on my own

Doing a hundred-ten down archer road
Don't tell my friends, or they might scold me

I dare not attempt to recreate beauty
For i am not overtly vain, okay (Who the f*ck am I, anyway?)
Contrary to semi-popular opinion
I think i know the way

Doing a hundred-ten down archer road again
Don't tell my friends, or they might scold me

Doing a hundred-ten down archer road again
Don't tell my friends, or they might scold me