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Wearing mom's sweater wit the big boy pants today Layered smoke of ice cream cake carve webs down the interstate And I'll follow that web back home Yea, damn near circulate I still want more from myself but it's hard to make the changes Girl, I'm on time I'm always on time Even when I'm late Don't be in a rush Why you makin' fuss You know we can't explain Stop swerving Stop swerving through your options You know better We can spend December somewhere in the tropics Maybe if you need change I lost control of the wheel and crashed for you Wearing mom's sweater wit the big boy pants today Layered smoke of ice cream cake carve webs down the interstate And I'll follow that web back home Yea, damn near circulate I still want more from myself but it's hard to make the changes Tested positive for an imposter today Letras de cancionesNo, I do not feel my age Like a rogue man on the stage When the silence follows me home the ills come out to play I once thought pushing them away would bring me forward But now I think that we going backwards mane Oh yea I think that we going backwards babe Can't let the same web come and trap us man Tryna pull me in a bunch of split directions She said if they all get a piece What's then left for you and me? But now I think that we going backwards mane Oh yea I think that we going backwards babe From Letras Mania