[Verse]

I was born on the islands

Parents tryna get away from a little bit of violence

Moved to the golf course

Four kids, tryna make the most

You're a child in the badlands

Your mother tried to get just a little bit of silence

Moved from the city

Famous living, privilege given

Maybe our hearts don't beat the same

I don't expect them to be that way

[Chorus]

We are precious metals

Bruised petals

Called in the echos of new loves mistrust

Pulling you closer now

But your fingers are closed

We are rare precious metals

Starting to rust, starting to rust