Backseat Crew - Native

From winter to summer the climates like costumes

We paint them depending n spirit

With calmness we push on revealing the boldness we’ve disguised blankets of

distrust

We sleep through the tension

Take reign and strive

We’ll hold you close

Our years grow long;

our patience short

Daybreak;

the light brings encounter

The arms shake

The trunk stays unbroken

It holds mood and drive

The arms lull, the tree holds

At nightfall the city brings discord

The blood halts

The muscles keep motion

With motive we surge

The blood flows

The eyes close

Remember the late nights?

We both watched the same lines unfold in the light