Voice in my head and it told me
I can go wherever
Voice in my head and it told me
Go far
Run away till the sun don't burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Far away till the pain don't hurt
Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt
No more waiting for a new year
For a new me or some new keys
A better body
I let myself down almost everyday
Nothing felt right
Three six five, twenty four seven
Was getting high
Was getting high
I knew it was a problem
When I wake up always regret it
Endless anxiety
That shit be killing me
No, oh
Beach chair chilling in garages
Cali bud taste so sweet
Strawberry flavor
Know we rolling papers
And I got them laced up vans on my feet
I just gotta move like I'm living stress free
Cause now I got some friends
With the same energy
The money rolling in so these bottles all free
Yeah, yeah
Three six five, twenty four seven
Pop that shit at eleven
When I wake up always regret it
It's getting pathetic
Three six five, twenty four seven
Pop that shit at eleven
When I wake up always regret it
It's getting pathetic
All this pessimism
It really just got me tripping
Problems on my mind
I gotta clear my own vision
Oh, no
They staring at me sideways
Like pictures on the wall here at my place
Life ain't always perfect but it's my way
And you just gotta deal with it
You just gotta see
I'm the lost ticket that could win the lottery
Looking in the mirror
Like it's hide and go seek, yeah
Voice in my head and it told me
I can go wherever
Voice in my head and it told me
Go far
Run away till the sun don't burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Far away till the pain don't hurt
Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt