Fear of regret, call to collect
Keep it in tune don't mean to be rude
But he's sending me texts
Don't wanna be next, I'm taking in bets
I know that I'm sweet, I don't ask for much
I'm driving around, the windows are down
I feather the clutch
Look but don't touch, I feather the clutch
It makes you so mad, and I'm so good with that
Before you come over, I roll up and smoke up
Roll up and smoke up the rest of the bag, ah
Lately, I've been blowing trees, caught up in the bush weed
I ain't coming down
Down from a place where I go to get away
And I nevеr wanna be found
Lately, I've been blowing trees, caught up in thе bush weed
I ain't coming down
Down from a place where they recognize my face
By my metal and leather bounds
I'm tired of believing
I may be a mess but I'm in control
Scared of the feeling
The deeper, the darker the depths of my soul
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I'm making a name, get out of my way
Precious with time, no standing in line, I never behave
Don't wanna be saved, I never behave
If I like what I see, it's leaving with me
I stole in the past, I'm not proud of that
I'm not proud of that but at least I come clean
Lately, I've been blowing trees, caught up in the bush weed
I ain't coming down
Down from a place where I go to get away
And I never wanna be found
Lately, I've been blowing trees, caught up in the bush weed
I ain't coming down
Down from a place where they recognize my face
By my metal and leather bounds
I'm tired of believin'
I may be a mess but I'm in control
Scared of the feeling (feeling)
The deeper, the darker the depths of my soul
The deeper, the darker the depths of my soul