Yea
Yea
Woke up somewhere on a villa, pretty thing is still there sleeping
Everyday of the week is starting to feel like it's the weekend
She always say she love me but I know that she don't mean it, mean it, no
Hardly getting sleep but always feeling like I'm dreaming
Smoke clouded my eyes
Never seen more clearly, it's part of the high
It's part of the grind
On this lonely road but it's part of the drive
We are reckless yutes and restless children
We are reckless yutes and restless children
We are reckless yutes and restless children
We are reckless yutes and restless children
People change and that's why I change my locations with the season
And take the scenic
I can't vibe with you for no reason
I gotta feel it
I live the life I always dream of
Dream in colour
The greatest ever under covers kinda undiscovered
And I kinda love
The kinda guy she wan run with to any kind of function
Yea
That winter in St Lucia, that December rain
Yea
Yea catch another flight soon as that season change, that season change yea
Smoke clouded my eyes
Never seen more clearly, it's part of the high
It's part of the grind
On this lonely road but it's part of the drive
We are reckless yutes and restless children
We are reckless yutes and restless children
We are reckless yutes and restless children
We are reckless yutes and restless children
We are so beautifully broken
We are so flawlessly scarred
We are just searching for someone
To love us the way that are are
We are so beautifully broken
We are so flawlessly scarred
We are just searching for someone
To love us the way that are are
Smoke clouded my eyes
Never seen more clearly, it's part of the high
It's part of the grind
On this lonely road but it's part of the drive
We are reckless yutes and restless children
We are reckless yutes and restless children
We are reckless yutes and restless children
We are reckless yutes and restless children