Yeah, eightone
Yeah
I don't think my mind straight
Man I don't think my mind straight
Man I don't think my mind straight
But
It's 7:30
I'm usually not getting up this early
The birds is out and chirping in the morning, uh
I feel enlightened
Won't take another second, or thirty
Of my life in this prisoner story
I'm in my head singing sailor songs
In my room
Playing tunes
On an old guitar
Ain't working out
Tryna pull up on a broken bar
Don't try to reach me
Left my phone in a stolen car
Crashed it on the boulevard
I got a couple memories
Of a couple scars
Took a couple people's hearts
Got em' broke apart
I ain't never meant to do that though
It's just the beauty of the game
How the story go
There ain't never time to waste
I've been piecing shit together on the fly now
Zoned out
Walk a mile with my fly down
Pissed off at the world
Why the sky brown
Die down
When is it gonna die down
I spend my time inside my brain
That's full of tar
Everybody got demons
I guess I'm pretty regular
I got a far-fetched mind
Wouldn't believe what you see
If you traveled inside
I'm something like a new Picasso
Seeing visions
Always painting something vivid with my eyes closed
Through the night I'm making miracles
I'm stuck on something spiritual
I wake up eating cereal
An awful rare material they made me out of
Get the riches in a flash
Call em' Barry Allen
I've been tryna slow it down
Got me losing balance
Go and tell my future wife that she married talent
Cause I'm the one, boy
Say it louder
For now I'm just a
Lost boy that's on the come up
If you wanna play with me
You gotta ask your mother
Water looking shallow
But I end up going under
I ain't gonna jump again if there's another puddle
Learned to go around or something
Oh yeah
TV girl, I had to cut off all the blue hair
Go and grow up a little
Forget about the old me
Cause that's the old me
An old soul
I'm the youngest of the OGs
Yeah
It's 7:30
I'm usually not getting up this early
The birds is out and chirping in the morning, uh
I feel enlightened
Won't take another second, or thirty
Of my life in this prisoner story
I'm in my head singing sailor songs
In my room
Playing tunes
On an old guitar
Ain't working out
Tryna pull up on a broken bar
Don't try to reach me
Left my phone in a stolen car
Crashed it on the boulevard
Yeah
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Yeah, eightone
Yeah
I don't think my mind straight
Man I don't think my mind straight
Man I don't think my mind straight
But
It's 7:30
I'm usually not getting up this early
The birds is out and chirping in the morning, uh
I feel enlightened
Won't take another second, or thirty
Of my life in this prisoner story
I'm in my head singing sailor songs
In my room
Playing tunes
On an old guitar
Ain't working out
Tryna pull up on a broken bar
Don't try to reach me
Left my phone in a stolen car
Crashed it on the boulevard
I got a couple memories
Of a couple scars
Took a couple people's hearts
Got em' broke apart
I ain't never meant to do that though
It's just the beauty of the game
How the story go
There ain't never time to waste
I've been piecing shit together on the fly now
Zoned out
Walk a mile with my fly down
Pissed off at the world
Why the sky brown
Die down
When is it gonna die down
I spend my time inside my brain
That's full of tar
Everybody got demons
I guess I'm pretty regular
I got a far-fetched mind
Wouldn't believe what you see
If you traveled inside
I'm something like a new Picasso
Seeing visions
Always painting something vivid with my eyes closed
Through the night I'm making miracles
I'm stuck on something spiritual
I wake up eating cereal
An awful rare material they made me out of
Get the riches in a flash
Call em' Barry Allen
I've been tryna slow it down
Got me losing balance
Go and tell my future wife that she married talent
Cause I'm the one, boy
Say it louder
For now I'm just a
Lost boy that's on the come up
If you wanna play with me
You gotta ask your mother
Water looking shallow
But I end up going under
I ain't gonna jump again if there's another puddle
Learned to go around or something
Oh yeah
TV girl, I had to cut off all the blue hair
Go and grow up a little
Forget about the old me
Cause that's the old me
An old soul
I'm the youngest of the OGs
Yeah
It's 7:30
I'm usually not getting up this early
The birds is out and chirping in the morning, uh
I feel enlightened
Won't take another second, or thirty
Of my life in this prisoner story
I'm in my head singing sailor songs
In my room
Playing tunes
On an old guitar
Ain't working out
Tryna pull up on a broken bar
Don't try to reach me
Left my phone in a stolen car
Crashed it on the boulevard
Yeah
Yeah
I don't think my mind straight
Man I don't think my mind straight
Man I don't think my mind straight
But
It's 7:30
I'm usually not getting up this early
The birds is out and chirping in the morning, uh
I feel enlightened
Won't take another second, or thirty
Of my life in this prisoner story
I'm in my head singing sailor songs
In my room
Playing tunes
On an old guitar
Ain't working out
Tryna pull up on a broken bar
Don't try to reach me
Left my phone in a stolen car
Crashed it on the boulevard
I got a couple memories
Of a couple scars
Took a couple people's hearts
Got em' broke apart
I ain't never meant to do that though
It's just the beauty of the game
How the story go
There ain't never time to waste
I've been piecing shit together on the fly now
Zoned out
Walk a mile with my fly down
Pissed off at the world
Why the sky brown
Die down
When is it gonna die down
I spend my time inside my brain
That's full of tar
Everybody got demons
I guess I'm pretty regular
I got a far-fetched mind
Wouldn't believe what you see
If you traveled inside
I'm something like a new Picasso
Seeing visions
Always painting something vivid with my eyes closed
Through the night I'm making miracles
I'm stuck on something spiritual
I wake up eating cereal
An awful rare material they made me out of
Get the riches in a flash
Call em' Barry Allen
I've been tryna slow it down
Got me losing balance
Go and tell my future wife that she married talent
Cause I'm the one, boy
Say it louder
For now I'm just a
Lost boy that's on the come up
If you wanna play with me
You gotta ask your mother
Water looking shallow
But I end up going under
I ain't gonna jump again if there's another puddle
Learned to go around or something
Oh yeah
TV girl, I had to cut off all the blue hair
Go and grow up a little
Forget about the old me
Cause that's the old me
An old soul
I'm the youngest of the OGs
Yeah
It's 7:30
I'm usually not getting up this early
The birds is out and chirping in the morning, uh
I feel enlightened
Won't take another second, or thirty
Of my life in this prisoner story
I'm in my head singing sailor songs
In my room
Playing tunes
On an old guitar
Ain't working out
Tryna pull up on a broken bar
Don't try to reach me
Left my phone in a stolen car
Crashed it on the boulevard
Yeah
Writer: Will Klamm
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid