Lyrics: Jahson Paynter/Liam Jessup
Music: Amman 'evrgrn' Nurani/Sacha Katz
Only child, ain't no favorites
Not really good with this relation shit
Not since I was young
Look how the times have changed
Get familiar with my face less
I don't know what to say to silence
Learning to bite my tongue
Always, I clean my mess
Any time I left the house and always prayed to hit a traffic jam, mm
And I always pack a bag in case the members let me crash again
Mm, I'm dragging my feet
When the streetlights in my dark eyes
I'ma slide back with a cigarette lit in my mouth
Couple teardrops floating in the wind like it's raining
The streets on the road like a painting on the pavement
So what if I spin the block 'til the last light's out?
Get to creeping in and beg the steps gon' give me up