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Haven't had a second to breathe in months Just ignored my dad and I ain't feel bad Your hand's locked in mine San Francisco for a while Leaves hang off of the stone wall We lay in bed with our coats on The campfire in our lungs But the cold air keeping us both calm CVS running out of masks A twilight haze raining powder black Stare at your reflection through the glass You give me the face you have when you're in love And I'm missing the moment while wondering If I'll remember it or if anybody does I was twenty on the 110 out There's no turning back now 2017, all alone on New Year's Eve Throwing up on myself Head spinning like wheels turning Throat burning but I'm feeling myself My eyes rolling, euphoria Lose myself in this warehouse crowd And I'm like twenty-two now I feel better when in doubt I'm off the grid for a while I've been on tour for a while Letras de cancionesI made like two hundred thou' I'm in a foreign city for the month I got a Visa for the re-up Me and her barely holding on But that's what I do Got so much to lose Or I'm riding around Back in Amberwood Back in Amberwood Back in Amberwood Can't believe we made it here All the way from a distant daydream Vinyls hanging over my teenage bedsheets I used to wake up and dream of Coachella Knew I was different, no one would listen Sold my first mixtape for five dollars I made like five dollars off of them bitches Perform at Crown Roots, ten in attendance South Pasadena, they'd treat all my records like dead-ends Rumors were spreading, started pretending I was one of them, almost stopped making music Kids from back then hitting me up now They say, "What's up now? I hope you've been good" "I heard your album, it got me through college" "Surprised you're the one that made it to Hollywood" "You're the reason that I'm fucking depressed" "You're the reason that this hole in my chest" A void I could not fill but helped me make checks I helped you heal, how can I rest? Came a long way from now working with BH Driving to South LA when they would need me Phone had no data, I'd call on the freeway Mom told me exit on Fig and I'd be there Ian gave me a platform and I used it No one believed, I had to go out and prove it Now I been touring, millions since then And I won't stop 'til I got more Bitch I'm a floor it, bitch they adore me Haven't got a Tesla but I can afford it You can't ignore it How many late nights in this life I stayed up recording? On a one way flight to Kauai to meet Rick Did an hour show with Zane Lowe on a whim Opened for Matty, to like six thousand kids They getting tattoos of all these logos I did man (Hell yeah) And if you told me that when I was seventeen I'd say your ass is high Almost killed myself when I was eighteen Wish I could tell him it's gon' be alright I-ight, i-ight, i-ight I-ight, i-ight, i-i And it's times I wish I wasn't in this chair And that's something that I wish I didn't feel Wanna bleed out of my heart but I could fail On the world stage, this is fame and this is real But do they notice when you're broken? Do they feel it when your hope has been stolen? By uniforms, zero emotions Atlas with the world up on his shoulders Try to stay independent, stress enormous Been selling dreams, LLC, baby, we own it But still that lil' boy banging OF on Mission Nothing has changed, even if everything's different Screaming, "I want you how I want you In this way of what I want" Spent my whole life walking uphill Should be easier, it's not Know my dad and mama proud of me But I wish right from the start If I could I'd fall apart But I'm too scared of the dark From Letras Mania