The doors open My left foot sitting on the driveway You lookin´ at me sideways You tryna predict what I might say But my mind ain´t here now, I´m thinking ‘bout the highway
Gone with the gust Sing songs for the bombs that fall in the dusk We all want a little too much Tryna clutch anything close enough to touch And if I had the means I would never be the mascot of y´ll team Y´all judging trials I´m shoveling miles Wanna go home and try to grow a couple of smiles So I shift to the capital N It happened before and it´ll happen again Roll backwards into the street Now talk amongst yourselves but try to keep it on beat I got at least ten minutes to live You not a thief just simulative There´s no need to be a difficult finish You can see you ain´t the only one considering getting it in
Claim that you ain´t afraid to die Then why are you afraid to fly? You better face the heights Get your bravery stripes or get your name denied Cause you was waiting for a safer ride God bless I set up the bricks Step through the mess didn´t wreck the kicks Dreamt that I lept off the edge of the cliff Came back said the bodies up in heaven were thick Changing lanes and re-arranging life I ain´t tryna chase a trail of tail-lights Manage pain to get the placement right Stand up straight when you say goodnight
And each broken glass shows a different view I deal the truth y´all pick and choose This ain´t a game for you to win or lose But I, never been in your shoes
But I, never make supper with suckers It ain´t nothing if it ain´t about hunger You think you cuttin´ the lumber And I would love to be a fly on the cupboard Whenever that bubble ruptures And even when we save the day We never do it believing that we don´t make mistakes You don´t need to recognize my face I´m trying to fly through time and space Too late to erase me With the windows down, January on Lake Street Poppa got a brand new can of paint Put your hands in the air like you work at the bank
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