I feel the pot bubbling I'm so sick of running from my troubles Never living in the moment never done with it I'm hung up on some subtle shit But you was in the way Yea you was in the way Never get that time back If I see you shit is clip I remember when we laughed every time it makes me sick Drew some lines up in the sand and you crossed it hella quick Yea you crossed me and my mom I was a guarded little kid Now I'm never letting no one come on up in my garden Yea I was on the margins we were marching and my feet hurt I thought I was healing from my scars but I still need work I thought I was shedding all this armor but I still can't feel the breeze up on my skin And my knees are feeling weak and we ain't speaking again And my bones are always creaking won't be even again I don't believe what I say But I know what you said And it's eating my head Weigh me own like a vest full of lead Man I just need some rest Lay my head right on the pillow Count some sheep and shit