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Nothing's gonna be the same now
Mind is stuck in lonesome rain clouds
Making music with my greyhounds
Always gotta box of albums, so it's f*ck the safe route
Never grew up in the same house
I'm drained from all this change now
High on I-5, I wrecked my truck, f*ck need a place now
Neighbors yelling Sammy turn that motherfucking bass down
F*ck about all you fakes now
Tripping and I need a breakdown
Lost in these sounds
Only thing that keeps me grounded
This beat and some loud
Y'all can catch my fragrance down-wind
Bags by the ounce
Still can't wrap my head around shit
Kicked outta Dad's house
Now them picture's so nostalgic
Now the picture's so nostalgic
Now the picture's so nostalgic
Now the picture's so nostalgic
I've been on my own since thirteen bitch I ain't well grounded
Looking depressed when I'm better
Drums in my head, let relationships severe
Young and so clever
Been mixing the words like they're coffee and doughnuts forever
Escaping this pressure been taping my measures
Had to live out of the restaurant down my own block
Dip with a sack in my sock
Kids used to laugh when I talk
Bitch I just rap like a boss
But now that you off and you gone
Papa just tear out the 40's and stare at the picture 'til the liquor gets gone
Watch American Pickers, don't care to be bitter
I'm lonely and sick as a dog
Put kid on the spot
Only one home that can roam in my thoughts
F*ck I miss Roman a lot
Everyone's gone
Nothing's gonna be the same now
Mind is stuck in lonesome rain clouds
Making music with my greyhounds
Always gotta box of albums, so it's f*ck the safe route
Take me back to skateboards and LEGOs
From making s'mores to can't find his way home
Missing breakfast f*ck I stack the Eggos
Better pack your raincoat
Hard to believe when all your role models are gettin' divorced and chain-smoke
Wanted more saying f*ck the safe road
Gotta mess but I'm stuck with Play-Doh
Getting paid making music stay home
Place my thoughts 'til my fucking brain blow
Mom coulda helped me out
Dad's been on the couch for six months playing these strings to help when he's down
Look at him now
All these artists I'm a fucking cyclops
Won't run outta things to say
My mind will never shut off
Stutter when I talk
How do they expect this kid to go and choose his path when every roads a blind spot
Little kid needing trucks and dime spots
Ain't slept for days think I'm out my time slot
Need a better spot but that's all on my watch
I'm waiting Scott til' this fucking sky fall
Saturday's wake-up early write songs
Shattered frames and some stolen iPods
Games of three call fouls and ride your bike off
In a Blazers jersey and a pair of high-socks
Lost Dad's Nikon
Think too much the whole world's gonna bark but you ain't got no bite dog
You good? came out
I couldn't close my fucking eyelids
Still looking for my wallet like it's love bitch never find it
Rhyming still rhyming
The stress just keep on piling
I'm running outta time shit my eyes you see this mileage
Crying Dad's crying
I hope that ain't me
I got so much on my mind that I can barely get some sleep
Now the picture's so nostalgic
Now the picture's so nostalgic
Now the picture's so nostalgic
I've been all alone this lonesome road just make me calloused

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