I was born on the islands

Parents tryna get away from a little bit of violence

Moved to the gulf coast

Four kids, tryna make the most

You're a child of the badlands

Your mother tried to get just a little bit of silence

Moved from the city, famous livin'

Privilege given

Maybe our hearts don't beat the same

I don't expect them to be that way

We are precious metals

Bruised petals

Caught in the echoes

Of new love's mistrust

I'm pulling you close now

But your fingers are closed

We are rare, precious metals

Starting to rust, starting to rust