make it out - guardin

I gotta lot to say

Don’t listen to what I say

'Cause every feeling that I fucking feel is never honest, babe, never honest,

babe

Like woah, oh

I’ve been following the breeze so let me fucking go

Let me go, let me go, I’ve been trying to find the road

If you get up in my whip with me we’ll let the mind implode

So baby what you doing?

I just wanna go home

I can scoop you like whenever, take you back home in the morn

Like

We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out

We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out

We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out

We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out

I said we could fucking make it out

Grabbed me by the face and kiss me, then we started making out

I was listening to DGD and it was raining out

Voices in my head been asking «What are you complaining 'bout?»

'Cause everything is golden, I’ve been in my zone

and if you wanna roll we could smoke it later

Live inside this moment, write it and compose it

Time to record the door down the hall, another

Sorta prequel to fit the sequel, I kinda

Sorta feel small, not noticed at all, until I

Wrote a song for it, I wrote a song for it

Here’s how it goes, a bunch of weed smoke, I panic

Start to feel slow, sick down to my toes, I’m manic

Time just feels slow, it comes and it goes, the static

Is all I see though, as I decompose, how tragic

How tragic

Yeah, how tragic

Yeah, how tragic

Let me go, let me go, I’ve been trying to find the road

If you get up in my whip with me we’ll let the mind implode

So baby what you doing?

I just wanna go home

I can scoop you like whenever, take you back home in the morn

Like

We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out

We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out

We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out

We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out