How I feel's in the way

Tryna speak out

Glass house, loud creaks

Tryna sneak out

Pale yellow my teeth

I'm a smoke dog

I'm just barking in the wind

Feel so gone

Vocals carving through the send

Put my clothes on

Then I step into the prison now

Feel stuck, but I'm moving through the interim

Boy we into all the screaming

We ain't into ya

Punk rock gang banging through the visiti'm

On the frame burning rubber like Michelin

Give and go taught a younger me to give it up

Taught a younger me

To

Give it up

To

Younger

Back when

We was

Young and dumb

Too

I will tell my story to my kids

When I get the

Chancе to

Like that time

Snuck out

My crib

Just to see you

I have, I havе

We got stopped by the police

He wanted to see ID

Said ain't y'all a little bit young?

To be out at this time of night

His right hand on his gun

What if he takes my life and I'm

My mama's only son?

We risked it all for fun

White lights

Red hands

I see a little bit of holocene

I dance when I feel alone

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Mr. 1, 2

My man

I see you reaching for your tongue tie

My hands might send me home

And Mr. White lights

Red hands

I see a little bit of holocene

I dance when I feel alone

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Mr. 1, 2

My man

I see you reaching for your tongue tie

My hands might send me home