(But I love him)

Run away on a runway, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pushing me, I'm far away, I'm wide awake

Seeing fractals in a diamond ring, another place

Can I waste away another day? Maybe later, sort it out

Heaven's in a foreign lane, something to complain about

High, high, high, yeah

High, high, high

Tryna stay calm, smells like keef

Smell likes everything I don't wanna be, yeah

I got these wheels, am I running for the beach?

I got these wheels, I might die for inner peace, uh

Pushing high, go find those better skies

It's a two-phone love, only one online

Do whatever get me far, put me in the front

I'm obsessed with this movement, motion, I go through it

Up, up, up, up

Down, down, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pushing me, I'm far away, I'm wide awake

Seeing fractals in a diamond ring, another place

Can I waste away another day? Maybe later, sort it out

Heaven's in a foreign lane, something to complain about

High, yeah, yeah, yeah

High

This all I hear

Leapt off my bedside drawer

Hope you can come back 'round

I'll leave the light on for you

Reach down for me

Down (Woah, woah)

Down (Woah, woah)

Don't beg for me

EMP, shutdown, don't care for me

Leg room and wisteria, wisteria trees

Broke through, broke through with no keys

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pushing me, I'm far away, I'm wide awake

Seeing fractals in a diamond ring, another place

Can I waste away another day? Maybe later, sort it out

Heaven's in a foreign lane, something to complain about

High