Simple Things

Small town living gets old when you got big dreams

Feels like you can only think as far as you can see

Eighteen turning up tryna sell weed

Know when I take the fall for the whole team

Wasn't tryna hear it every time that you told me

It's the sound of the rain

Coming down when you fall asleep

It's a call from a friend

That you love but never get to see

Oh, the time you could waste

Tryna chase what you never need

Hope you come back around to simple things

How's it been four or five years since I got down on my knee?

How could I forget the sweet smell of honeysuckers in the breeze

I never would've thought tryna chase this dream

Would give me nightmares, now I get no sleep

Nowadays seems like the only thing that calms me

Is the sound of the rain

Coming down when you fall asleep

It's a call from a friend

That you love but never get to see

Oh, the time you could waste

Tryna chase what you never need

Hope you come back around to simple things

Like a song that you know from past coming on

That you needed so bad

Like a drink in your glass at the end of the day

That you needed to have

Yeah, I tried some times and still, I messed it up

Lately I've been asking myself what's enough

Oh, the time you could waste

Tryna chase what you never need

Hope you come back around to simple things

Always comes around

Comes around to simple things

Oh

Small town living gets old when you got big dreams