Smoking cigarettes in the rain
My brain going 100 miles per hour in the lane
Hope I don't get pulled over
License suspended
Trying to keep dry but there's holes in my umbrella
I'm Cinderella F*ck it if the shoe fits
I'm throwing temper tantrums but it don't do shit
So I'm hiding in the shade until it's my time
Coming up from underground till everything I see is mine
They see the fire in me so they ask my sign
Sagittarius I'm shooting arrows at the crowd
But no one sees the blood coming out of my eyes
And everyone in the room act like Gemini
But that's my best friend
Crash and burn at the end
Sprinting like a running back cause my guard take a hit
I am he they refer to as it
I ain't never going to stop till that bag with the zip
Took a trip back to his hometown
But he will never admit that he's grown now
Memories of a childhood suburban home
Drown it in the bourbon spending lots time alone
Dreams of moving crowds at every show
Shows reality's of eyes being pecked at by the crows
But he suffer for the art-don't get to close
I'm trying to drown myself where you dip your toes
Arsonist start a fire with my coolest clothes
Cuz when they look at me they only just suppose
They don't know where the kid gonna go
Driving off the cliff with gas tank on full
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Smoking cigarettes in the rain
My brain going 100 miles per hour in the lane
Hope I don't get pulled over
License suspended
Trying to keep dry but there's holes in my umbrella
I'm Cinderella F*ck it if the shoe fits
I'm throwing temper tantrums but it don't do shit
So I'm hiding in the shade until it's my time
Coming up from underground till everything I see is mine
They see the fire in me so they ask my sign
Sagittarius I'm shooting arrows at the crowd
But no one sees the blood coming out of my eyes
And everyone in the room act like Gemini
But that's my best friend
Crash and burn at the end
Sprinting like a running back cause my guard take a hit
I am he they refer to as it
I ain't never going to stop till that bag with the zip
Took a trip back to his hometown
But he will never admit that he's grown now
Memories of a childhood suburban home
Drown it in the bourbon spending lots time alone
Dreams of moving crowds at every show
Shows reality's of eyes being pecked at by the crows
But he suffer for the art-don't get to close
I'm trying to drown myself where you dip your toes
Arsonist start a fire with my coolest clothes
Cuz when they look at me they only just suppose
They don't know where the kid gonna go
Driving off the cliff with gas tank on full
My brain going 100 miles per hour in the lane
Hope I don't get pulled over
License suspended
Trying to keep dry but there's holes in my umbrella
I'm Cinderella F*ck it if the shoe fits
I'm throwing temper tantrums but it don't do shit
So I'm hiding in the shade until it's my time
Coming up from underground till everything I see is mine
They see the fire in me so they ask my sign
Sagittarius I'm shooting arrows at the crowd
But no one sees the blood coming out of my eyes
And everyone in the room act like Gemini
But that's my best friend
Crash and burn at the end
Sprinting like a running back cause my guard take a hit
I am he they refer to as it
I ain't never going to stop till that bag with the zip
Took a trip back to his hometown
But he will never admit that he's grown now
Memories of a childhood suburban home
Drown it in the bourbon spending lots time alone
Dreams of moving crowds at every show
Shows reality's of eyes being pecked at by the crows
But he suffer for the art-don't get to close
I'm trying to drown myself where you dip your toes
Arsonist start a fire with my coolest clothes
Cuz when they look at me they only just suppose
They don't know where the kid gonna go
Driving off the cliff with gas tank on full
Writer: Jake Hill
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