Bushweed

Fear of regret, call to collect

Keep it in tune, don't 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, now

Lately I've been blowing trees, caught up in the bushweed

I ain't coming down

Down from a place where I go to get away

And I never want to be found

Lately I've been blowing trees, caught up in the bushweed

I ain't coming down

Down from a place where they recognize my face

By my metal and leather bounds

Tired of believing

I may be a mess but I'm in control

Scared of the feeling

The deeper, the darker the depths of my soul

I'm making a name, get out of my way

Precious with time, I'm 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 bushweed

I ain't coming down

Down from a place where I go to get away

And I never want to be found

Lately I've been blowing trees, caught up in the bushweed

I ain't coming down

Down from a place where they recognize my face

By my metal and leather bounds

I'm tired of believing

I may be a mess but I'm in control

Scared of the feeling

The deeper, the darker the depths of my soul

The deeper, the darker the depths of my soul