Bushweed - JJ Wilde

Fear of regret, call to collect

Keep it in tune done mean to be rude

But he’s sending me texts

Don’t wanna be next, I’m taking in bets

I know that I’m sweet, I don’t ask for much

I’m driving around, the windows are down

I feather the clutch

Look but don’t touch, I feather the clutch

It makes you so mad, and I’m so good with that

Before you come over, I roll up and smoke up

Roll up and smoke up the rest of the bag, ah

Lately, I’ve been blowing trees, caught up in the bush weed

I ain’t coming down

Down from a place where I go to getaway

And I nevr wanna be found

Lately, I’ve been blowing trees, caught up in th bush weed

I ain’t coming down

Down from a place where they recognize my face

I never wanna be found

Tired of believing

I may be a mess but I’m in control

Scared of the feeling

Deeper, the darker, the depths of my soul