Potholes - guardin

Fuck, fuck, ah!

Haha!

Ah!

Hahahahahaha

Ahh!

Oh, oh-oh-oh

Ayy, yeah

I’m in the backseat with my bros

We been on the road

Hitting potholes in a Sprinter van

I’m leanin' out the window

Breeze all up my coat

You were on my mind before this began

And if truth truly be told

When I’m all alone

I scroll on my phone tryna reminisce

It don’t matter where we go

I just hope you know

You the one thing that I always miss

You the one thing that I always miss

You the one thing that I always miss

You the one thing that I always miss

You the one thing that I always miss

Started up in Buffalo

New York kinda cold

But I call it home and I always will

Crossin' over the rainbow

Bridge to Toronto

Gettin' kinda snacky so we hit no frills

'Bout to play another show

Pack it up and go

Capturing the glow while the city’s still

Captivated to and fro

Me and all my bros

How the fuck is any of this really real?

Really real?

Really real?

I used to struggle tryna figure how I really feel

I made a song or two about it, made me really feel

Like I was less alone and in all this, honestly it healed me

I remember making beats up at my mom’s

Thinking one day, I’ma make it out the house with all these songs

Simple times and drastic measures pick me up and make me strong

Now I’m writing all these words and sitting right where I belong, like

I’m in the backseat with my bros

We been on the road

Hitting potholes in a Sprinter van

I’m leanin' out the window

Breeze all up my coat

You were on my mind before this began

And if truth truly be told

When I’m all alone

I scroll on my phone tryna reminisce

It don’t matter where we go

I just hope you know

You the one thing that I always miss

Yeah, you the one thing that I always miss

You the one thing that I always miss (You)

You the one thing that I always miss (It's you, oh)

(You)