I was 20 years old when i wrote this song
I'll be 21 soon but not sure for how long
Feet on the ground but am i capable
Feel like i'm not on nothin stable
The head feels soft as bu*ter
Stammer when the lights kind of flutter
With the heat in the winter, the wise cracker moves slow
But moves still, moving still but i'm moving still
But when theres more to hold on to i let it go