Small town living gets old when you've got big dreams

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

Eighteen, tatted up, tryna sell weed

Knowing I'd 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

Comin' down when you fall asleep

It's a call from a friend

That you love, but never get to see

All the time you can waste

Tryna chase what you'll never need

Hope you come back around to simple things

How's it been four, five years since I got down on my knees?

And how could I forget the sweet smell of the honeysuckles in the breeze?

Woulda never thought tryna chase this dream

Would give me nightmares, now I get no sleep

Nowadays seems like the only thing that calms me

It's the sound of the rain

Comin' down when you fall asleep

It's a call from a friend

That you love, but never get to see

All the time you can waste

Tryna chase what you'll never need

Always comes back around to simple things

Like a song that you know from the past comin' on

When you need it so bad

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

That you needed to have

Yeah, I try and still, sometimes, I mess it up

Lately, I been asking myself, "What's enough?"

It's the sound of the rain

Comin' down when you fall asleep

It's a call from a friend

That you love, but never get to see

All the time you can waste

Tryna chase what you'll never need

Always comes back around to simple things

Simple things