Bushweed

(アルバム： Wilde - 2021)

Fear of regret, call to collect
Keep it in tune done mean to be rude
But he's sending me texts
Don't wanna be next, I'm taking in bets
I know that I'm sweet, I don't ask for much
I'm driving around, the windows are down
I feather the clutch
Look but don't touch, I feather the clutch

It makes you so mad, and I'm so good with that
Before you come over, I roll up and smoke up
Roll up and smoke up the rest of the bag, ah

Lately, I've been blowing trees, caught up in the bush weed
I ain't coming down
Down from a place where I go to getaway
And I never wanna be found
Lately, I've been blowing trees, caught up in the bush weed
I ain't coming down
Down from a place where they recognize my face
I never wanna be found

Tired of believing
I may be a mess but I'm in control
Scared of the feeling
Deeper, the darker, the depths of my soul

I'm making a name, get out of my way
Precious with time, no standing in line, I never behave
Don't wanna be saved, I never behave

If I like what I see, it's leaving with me
I stole in the past, I'm not proud of that
I'm not proud of that but at least I come clean

Lately, I've been blowing trees, caught up in the bush weed
I ain't coming down
Down from a place where I go to getaway
And I never wanna be found
Lately, I've been blowing trees, caught up in the bush weed
I ain't coming down
Down from a place where they recognize my face
I never wanna be found

I'm tired of believing
I may be a mess but I'm in control
Scared of the feeling (Feeling)
Deeper, the darker, the depths of my soul

Deeper, the darker, the depths of my soul