[00:00.000] 作词 : Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter/Wyatt Daniel Johnson
[00:22.179] I gotta lot to say
[00:23.742] Don't listen to what I say
[00:25.801] Cause every feeling that I ****ing feel is never honest babe, never honest babe
[00:30.014] Like woah, oh
[00:33.768] I've been following the breeze so let me ****ing go
[00:37.542] Let me go, let me go, I've been trying to find the road
[00:41.089] If you get up in my whip with me we'll let the mind implode
[00:44.910] So baby what you doing? I just wanna go home
[00:48.601] I can scoop you like whenever take you back home in the morn
[00:52.454] Like
[00:52.900] We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out
[00:56.622] We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out
[01:00.359] We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out
[01:04.077] We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out
[01:09.443] I said we could ****ing make it out
[01:11.885] Grabbed me by the face and kiss me, then we started making out
[01:15.621] I was listening to DGD and it was raining out
[01:19.254] Voices in my head been asking "What are you complaining 'bout?"
[01:24.122] Cause everything is golden, I've been in my zone and if you wanna roll we could smoke it later
[01:31.933] Live inside this moment, write it and compose it, the talent size of Poland, the following later
[01:38.828] Time to record the door down the hall. Another
[01:42.616] Sorta prequel to fit the sequel, I kinda
[01:46.432] Sorta feel small, not noticed at all, until I
[01:50.106] Wrote a song for it, I wrote a song for it
[01:53.761] Here's how it goes, a bunch of weed smoke. I panic
[01:57.662] Start to feel slow, sick down to my toes. I'm manic
[02:01.486] Time just feels slow, it comes and it goes. The static
[02:05.287] Is all I see though, as I decompose. How tragic
[02:11.859] How Tragic
[02:14.071] Yeah, how tragic
[02:17.957] Yeah, how tragic
[02:23.527] Let me go, let me go, I've been trying to find the road
[02:27.206] If you get up in my whip with me we'll let the mind implode
[02:30.944] So baby what you doing? I just wanna go home
[02:34.716] I can scoop you like whenever take you back home in the morn
[02:38.642] Like
[02:39.115] We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out
[02:42.944] We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out
[02:46.717] We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out
[02:50.530] We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out
作词 : Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter
作曲 : Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter/Wyatt Daniel Johnson
I gotta lot to say
Don't listen to what I say
Cause every feeling that I ****ing feel is never honest babe, never honest babe
Like woah, oh
I've been following the breeze so let me ****ing 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 ****ing make it out
We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out
We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out
We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out
I said we could ****ing 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, the talent size of Poland, the following later
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 ****ing make it out
We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out
We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out
We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out