coloradHOE ass nigga

maybe i aint grown but maybe i dont care if i need the guns and dope voices in my head that shit wont ever help me cope i paint this picture til im dead dont give a fuck what Kevvin said he's just another dope boy go getter mind misled you dont see it now but i have countless times he got that smoke that hit like wow but he's just cutting feelings

Chorus

imma real prarie nigga to a five dollar face i wont ever take a deal i won't sign my soul away

Verse 2

kick the snare i'm rattling the cage of this old town

upright bass is thumping while i'm burning petals down

red clay on my sneakers and a switchblade in my palm

staring at the sun until the sky is feeling calm

i don't need a blessing from a man who's made of salt

if the engine's dying then you know it's not my fault

shifting through the gears like i'm racing with a ghost

vultures overhead and now i'm looking for the coast

sipping on the bitter til it's sweet inside my mouth

wind is blowing heavy headed strictly to the south

Hook

drumming in my chest

i'ma let it rest

north east south west

putting it to test

drumming in my chest

i'ma let it rest

north east south west

putting it to test

Outro

cold air

everywhere

i'm still standing right here

smoke clears

no fears

nothing left to hold dear

just the drum

make 'em run

until i'm finally done

just the drum

make 'em run

until i'm finally done