Wearing mom’s sweater wit the big boy pants today
Layered smoke of ice cream cake carve webs down the interstate
And I’ll follow that web back home
Yea, damn near circulate
I still want more from myself but it’s hard to make the changes
[Easton Fitz:]
Girl, I’m on time
I’m always on time
Even when I’m late
Don’t be in a rush
Why you makin’ fuss
You know we can’t explain
Stop swerving
Stop swerving through your options
You know better
We can spend December somewhere in the tropics
Maybe if you need change
I lost control of the wheel and crashed for you
Wearing mom’s sweater wit the big boy pants today
Layered smoke of ice cream cake carve webs down the interstate
And I’ll follow that web back home
Yea, damn near circulate
I still want more from myself but it’s hard to make the changes
[Jordan Ward:]
Tested positive for an imposter today
No, I do not feel my age
Like a rogue man on the stage
When the silence follows me home the ills come out to play
I once thought pushing them away would bring me forward
But now I think that we going backwards mane
Oh yea I think that we going backwards babe
Can’t let the same web come and trap us man
Tryna pull me in a bunch of split directions
She said if they all get a piece
What’s then left for you and me?
But now I think that we going backwards mane
Oh yea I think that we going backwards babe
