Phosphene

How I feel's in the way
Tryna speak out
Glass house, loud creaks
Tryna sneak out
Pale yellow my teeth
I'm a smoke dog
I'm just barking in the wind
Feel so gone
Vocals carving through the send
Put my clothes on
Then I step into the prison now
Feel stuck, but I'm moving through the interim
Boy we into all the screaming
We ain't into ya
Punk rock gang banging through the visiti'm
On the frame burning rubber like Michelin
Give and go taught a younger me to give it up
Taught a younger me
To
Give it up
To
Younger
Back when

We was
Young and dumb
Too
I will tell my story to my kids
When I get the
Chancе to
Like that time
Snuck out
My crib
Just to see you
I have, I havе
We got stopped by the police
He wanted to see ID
Said ain't y'all a little bit young?
To be out at this time of night
His right hand on his gun
What if he takes my life and I'm
My mama's only son?
We risked it all for fun
White lights
Red hands
I see a little bit of holocene
I dance when I feel alone
Pull up
Pull up
Pull up
Mr. 1, 2
My man
I see you reaching for your tongue tie
My hands might send me home
And Mr. White lights
Red hands
I see a little bit of holocene
I dance when I feel alone
Pull up
Pull up
Pull up
Mr. 1, 2
My man
I see you reaching for your tongue tie
My hands might send me home