MyNephewHasAWhitePickupTruck 歌詞

Stars up in the sky and both of the windows down In the pickup, picking up some more from the corner, no use in running out Never had money but I had a lot of doubt Still got it, no matter how many people shout I get freaked when I think about deep time, now I'm weak I think every storm's a dream as we watch the world sleep Trying to think too hard 'bout the matter that lies outside your reach What makes you truly think our brains can fathom what it truly means to think? Is it a reaction or is it just an outcome? Like my life without selling one album A lot of things changed since my life back Howell Had to make use of my hours Had to make use of my minutes, had to make use of my seconds