1515 Washington

歌詞

Pack 'em all in, four folks up inside a 3-bed Fuck a landlord, make a room out the practice space Run an orange line through the laundry room and be living Three hundred a month, yup, all bills everything Living off of rap, Ramen noodles and the kindest friends Drugs will pay the rent, keep that party moving everyday Vegan with the tracks, ain't no beef inside anything Homies at your back, yep, you survived everything Except that heat, believe in that That smoke will fucking choke your lungs Boy, that draft back will flash like a dagger drawn in a club Smolder on the mattress till that O2 rolls through and blows it up Turn everything to ashes, watch them firefighters soak it up So, what would you grab If your fucking house was burning down, two seconds to dash? You ain't reaching for no Nikes, bitch don't make me laugh See how simple your whole life is in the palm of your hand, damn Oh, the smoke will lead you home Oh, the smoke will lead you home As I write this, Ukraine is burning And the flames in Venezuela made Valencia an urn My own personal history feels so damn worthless And I wonder if I grabbed the right things when I escaped the burning building? That silly feeling making your problems feel small While simultaneously feeling helpless and numb to it all Feel like a fucking asshole for all the shoes that I bought Knowing they all just turned to ashes when the laces all caught On fire, all night I couldn't sleep a wink, while looters broke in And picked through our singed things To sell it all for scratch so they could chase dreams Or chase a high, or chase something else that's in between Maybe I shouldn't have kept a goddamn thing Let it all burn down start over, just slate clean That's easy for me to say cause I didn't lose much Except when I lost touch Oh, the smoke will lead you home Oh, the smoke will lead you home The smoke will lead you home The smoke will lead you home