I feel the pot bubbling

I'm so sick of running from my troubles

Never living in the moment never done with it

I'm hung up on some subtle shit

But you was in the way

Yea you was in the way

Never get that time back

If I see you shit is clip I remember when we laughed every time it makes me sick

Drew some lines up in the sand and you crossed it hella quick

Yea you crossed me and my mom I was a guarded little kid

Now I'm never letting no one come on up in my garden

Yea I was on the margins we were marching and my feet hurt

I thought I was healing from my scars but I still need work

I thought I was shedding all this armor but I still can't feel the breeze up on my skin

And my knees are feeling weak and we ain't speaking again

And my bones are always creaking won't be even again

I don't believe what I say

But I know what you said

And it's eating my head

Weigh me own like a vest full of lead

Man I just need some rest

Lay my head right on the pillow

Count some sheep and shit