Texty

I've been here for seven months Or maybe it's just been a week Nothing here to tell the time Nothing here to see but me And every time I break the glass Bad luck follows me 'round the place I know I should face myself But I don't really like my face (Know I should learn to get along but) I get high away, fly away Tryna get away from my life (tryna get away from my-) I get high away, fly away Tryna get away from my mind (tryna get away from my mind) I get high away, fly away Tryna get used to my life (tryna get used to my-) I get high away, fly away Tryna get a piece of my mind (tryna get a piece of my mind) Maybe I went out too far Or maybe I'm not far enough I don't think I have a choice So, what's the point in being tough? I lay back into the grass Just waiting for the sun to burst That shit's gonna fuck me up If I don't fuck myself up first (No way, there's nothing going wrong so) I get high away, fly away Tryna get away from my life (tryna get away from my-) I get high away, fly away Tryna get away from my mind (tryna get away from my mind) I get high away, fly away Tryna get used to my life (tryna get used to my-) I get high away, fly away Tryna get a piece of my mind (tryna get a piece of my mind) Behind the times Or I'm so far in the future That I'm running rings around you anyway I get high away, fly away Tryna get away from my life (tryna get away from my-) I get high away, fly away Tryna get away from my mind (tryna get away from my mind) I get high away, fly away Tryna get used to my life (tryna get used to my-) I get high away, fly away Tryna get a piece of my mind (tryna get a piece of my mind) I get high away, fly away Tryna get used to my life (tryna get used to my-) I get high away, fly away Tryna get a piece of my mind (tryna get a piece of my mind)
Writer(s): Georgia Nott, Caleb Nott, Ajay Bhattacharyya Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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