I'm coming back to you no matter the weather
No matter the chatter or what's been tethered
Cause it's time that you grow younger
Find a different scene, different country, different world
When I get it straight you'll be at my every word
Yeah you'll trail behind me like the highest of lords
Cause it's time that you grow out your hair
And let it learn to hang where it wants to where it should
All these blacked out highways
All this bullsh** talkin
All this endless barkin in my head
When I get my money I'm gonna figure it out
Gonna buy me a car I'm gonna drive it around
Cause it's time that we go down
To South America, Colombia, Peru
All these blacked out highways
All this bullsh** talkin
All this endless barkin in my head