Keep my mouth shut
Zip it up throw in a pocket
What's the point of f*cking talking
It will all be overshadowed
Dollar jacket on my body
Feeling like a million bucks
Kicking off into the mountains
For the album to build up
Always solo not a problem
No maestro, Like it just the way it was
Like it just the way it hunts
Tryna build relationships
With people I don't even love
Same black jeans
With color fading off
Keep it thousand always shouting
F*ck the inside world
Everything hill sided
Rolling on my own
Getting super high yeah
Shoot at the stars
Got me f*cking smiling
On a
Rare occasion where I'm faded
Contemplating
Hiding feelings I'm painless
Overnight falling right off of the bed
Not surprised of the scars on my skin