JJ Wilde - Bushweed

Текст песни

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 nevr wanna be found
Lately, I’ve been blowing trees, caught up in th 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