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Oh Blue eyes dripping on me like I got No rain in dozens of weeks And in the weeds, you reach for me And in the weeds, I've found my peace Yeah, I'm about to kill it It really makes the city look different It really makes the breeze smell sweeter It really makes an eighth seem cheaper And in the weeds, you reach for me And in the weeds, I've found my peace It's really nice to meet you, it's been a little rough for a minute I've had to face fire, fight fear, and spend a lot of time in the mirror And I'm cool, I'm weirder, yeah, I'm hot, I'm deeper I'm starting to feel myself again Now I'm a fucking sleeper And all eyes dripping on me like I got No rain in dozens of weeks And in the weeds, I grow, I reach And in the weeds, I've found my peace