[Intro]

I was 20 years old when i wrote this song

I’ll be 21 soon but not sure for how long

Feet on the ground but am I capable

Feel like i’m not on nothin stable

The head feels soft as butter

Stammer when the lights kind of flutter

With the heat in the winter, the wise cracker moves slow

But moves still, moving still but I’m moving still

But when theres more to hold on to I let it go