作词 : Ano Chrispin/Corey Talbot
作曲 : Ano Chrispin/Corey Talbot
How I feel’s in the way.
Tryna’ speak out.
Glass house, loud creaks.
Tryna sneak out.
Pale yellow my teeth.
I’m a smoke dog!
I’m just barking in the wind.
Feel so gone.
Vocals carving through the send.
Put my clothes on,
Then i step into the prisonnow.
Feel stuck, but i’m moving through the interim.
Boy we into all the screaming,
we ain’t into ya’.
Punk rock gang banging through the visiti’m.
On the frame burning rubber like Michelin.
Give and go taught a younger me to give it up.
Taught ayoungerme
to.
Give itup
to.
Younger.
back when.
(Hush Forte)
We was,
Young anddumb
too.
I will tell my story to my kids.
When I getthe
chance to.
Like that time;
snuck out.
My crib-
Just to, see you.
I have. I have…
We got stopped by the police,
He wanted to see ID.
Said ain’t y’all a little bit young?
To be out at this time of night,
His right hand on his gun.
What if he takes my life and I’m-
My momma’s only son?
We risked it all for fun.
White lights,
Red hands.
I see a little bit of holocene,
I dance when I feel alone.
Pull up.
Pull up.
Pull up.
Mr. 1, 2-
My man,
I see you reaching for your tongue tie.
My hands might send me home.
And Mr. White lights-
Red hands,
I see a little bit of holocene,
I dance when I feel alone.
Pull up.
Pull up.
Pull up.
Mr. 1, 2-
My man,
I see you reaching for your tongue tie.
My hands might send me home.
作词 : Ano Chrispin/Corey Talbot
作曲 : Ano Chrispin/Corey Talbot
How I feel’s in the way.
Tryna’ speak out.
Glass house, loud creaks.
Tryna sneak out.
Pale yellow my teeth.
I’m a smoke dog!
I’m just barking in the wind.
Feel so gone.
Vocals carving through the send.
Put my clothes on,
Then i step into the prisonnow.
Feel stuck, but i’m moving through the interim.
Boy we into all the screaming,
we ain’t into ya’.
Punk rock gang banging through the visiti’m.
On the frame burning rubber like Michelin.
Give and go taught a younger me to give it up.
Taught ayoungerme
to.
Give itup
to.
Younger.
back when.
(Hush Forte)
We was,
Young anddumb
too.
I will tell my story to my kids.
When I getthe
chance to.
Like that time;
snuck out.
My crib-
Just to, see you.
I have. I have…
We got stopped by the police,
He wanted to see ID.
Said ain’t y’all a little bit young?
To be out at this time of night,
His right hand on his gun.
What if he takes my life and I’m-
My momma’s only son?
We risked it all for fun.
White lights,
Red hands.
I see a little bit of holocene,
I dance when I feel alone.
Pull up.
Pull up.
Pull up.
Mr. 1, 2-
My man,
I see you reaching for your tongue tie.
My hands might send me home.
And Mr. White lights-
Red hands,
I see a little bit of holocene,
I dance when I feel alone.
Pull up.
Pull up.
Pull up.
Mr. 1, 2-
My man,
I see you reaching for your tongue tie.
My hands might send me home.