Raleigh don't feel like home anymore
I spend days benching 180 or staring at the ceiling bored out of my mind
I'm slipping and losing time
Yeah and we don't talk anymore
I changed things from where they were before
But you neglect my feelings
So it's round number I - shit
Yeah so it's round number I can't remember with the ceiling
Please just cut the cord
This time lost I can't afford
You got new digs, new friends
And I got better plans for myself on the weekends
I can't pretend to love you
I got my bags packed, I hit the Volvo to smoke a pack
Hit my homies up quick, roll out the back, then we roll out to the function til a panic attack
And I start acting whack
Am I thinking too much, thoughts always rush like my mouth, I never hush
Except when I'm full of doubt, like thinking out loud will mom and dad work it out
Punk bitches in the street be shooting me dirty looks, coming out king if I gotta lose some rooks
Been clean for a couple of years, only stopped cause I had the wrong type of peers
I drive around playing songs I just gotta shout, then I roll the window down
And we crank that shit loud until the sun comes down
Yeah, until my voice caves in
You can catch me shouting every single lyric out
Riley Hough - New Digs Lyrics
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Raleigh don't feel like home anymore
I spend days benching 180 or staring at the ceiling bored out of my mind
I'm slipping and losing time
Yeah and we don't talk anymore
I changed things from where they were before
But you neglect my feelings
So it's round number I - shit
Yeah so it's round number I can't remember with the ceiling
Please just cut the cord
This time lost I can't afford
You got new digs, new friends
And I got better plans for myself on the weekends
I can't pretend to love you
I got my bags packed, I hit the Volvo to smoke a pack
Hit my homies up quick, roll out the back, then we roll out to the function til a panic attack
And I start acting whack
Am I thinking too much, thoughts always rush like my mouth, I never hush
Except when I'm full of doubt, like thinking out loud will mom and dad work it out
Punk bitches in the street be shooting me dirty looks, coming out king if I gotta lose some rooks
Been clean for a couple of years, only stopped cause I had the wrong type of peers
I drive around playing songs I just gotta shout, then I roll the window down
And we crank that shit loud until the sun comes down
Yeah, until my voice caves in
You can catch me shouting every single lyric out
I spend days benching 180 or staring at the ceiling bored out of my mind
I'm slipping and losing time
Yeah and we don't talk anymore
I changed things from where they were before
But you neglect my feelings
So it's round number I - shit
Yeah so it's round number I can't remember with the ceiling
Please just cut the cord
This time lost I can't afford
You got new digs, new friends
And I got better plans for myself on the weekends
I can't pretend to love you
I got my bags packed, I hit the Volvo to smoke a pack
Hit my homies up quick, roll out the back, then we roll out to the function til a panic attack
And I start acting whack
Am I thinking too much, thoughts always rush like my mouth, I never hush
Except when I'm full of doubt, like thinking out loud will mom and dad work it out
Punk bitches in the street be shooting me dirty looks, coming out king if I gotta lose some rooks
Been clean for a couple of years, only stopped cause I had the wrong type of peers
I drive around playing songs I just gotta shout, then I roll the window down
And we crank that shit loud until the sun comes down
Yeah, until my voice caves in
You can catch me shouting every single lyric out
Writer: Riley Hough
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