love me nots versuri

love me nots lyrics by Grandace

I’m cashing out this year
It’s the one for the records and that’s a promise
Can’t run over me, I’m the tallest
Talk to the mountains bout it
Can’t see the lane, street paved over with flintstone
I walk to work and run back, that’s how the air flows
Losing wigs is like a party trick, keep your mind honed
Trading blows is this the Gete star
Down the burg through the window, no tint
Boarded homes and grass fields running through my mind again
I knew I couldn’t wait to leave
Got me romancing, anywhere else with views
Ill move, taking no chances
I put myself in front of the world to look and judge
That’s my day to day
Embracing physical touch
Go out to lunch and put the screens away

In this life of fear, oh why
So many things out of control
The tide
Is laughing at the man who thinks he’s fine
But he’s friends with the moon
Forget the ones that love me not
Watering the soil, the bugs arrive
The good draws a herd that runs the riots
But I’m set in my roots

Can I be honest for a second I’ve been feeling quite aimless
Googling myself wondering where my name is
I don’t believe I would’ve got the seed if it wasn’t meant for me
I’m learning nothing comes easy
At least the stuff that’s worth keeping
Understanding why so many quit
It’s different scheduling these meetings when you represent you
Knowing talk is cheap and price is in the floor
They wonder what they can get and I wonder if I need more
They Come in the name of suits
I preach the freedom from darkness door
Building up the lore in this college hill flat
Life is good for the moment I’ve been feeling quite thankful
Food stocked in the fridge boy there’s nothing God can’t do
Reinvent my 20s with a stamp and a label
Koda Grand registered and heading to the people
Shrugged off attacks took forever just to reach you

In this life of fear, oh why
So many things out of control
The tide
Is laughing at the man who thinks he’s fine
But he’s friends with the moon
Forget the ones that love me not
Watering the soil, the bugs arrive
The good draws a herd that runs the riots
But I’m set in my roots