Make It Out 가사

I gotta lot to say Don't listen to what I say 'Cause every feeling that I fucking feel is never honest, babe, never honest, babe Like woah, oh I've been following the breeze so let me fucking 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 head to my abode 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 fucking make it out We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out I said we could fucking 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, italicize and bold it, to formulate a Time to recall, 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 so 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 Yeah 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 head to my abode 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 fucking make it out We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out We, we, we, we, we could fucking make it out