“Yeah, In the summer it’s like, super nice
This’s my first winter here
But, erm yeah it’s been, it’s been a beautiful, beautiful winter
I don’t really usually like winter , but this winter has been better”
Blue lights on me

In my dreams
Falling through a window
I’m free
How you gon’ be what you’ve seen
When you see
How you gonna be in my dreams
Falling through a window I’m free
How you gona breathe when you see ..

Ye Brudda you ain’t real, I’m fake like your ex
There’s money on the phone
The feelings, thе sex
Flight last call, and I’m running to the cloakroom
Yeah I know, I’m bеtter on my own boo
Brudda you ain’t real, Red Hearts, Grey Ticks
My baby on my kneck, taste the Prada in my sweat
Sun rising, n***as fade into the ends
Drifting
Won’t send
I’m calling on my demons
Again
Breathe ..
Falling through the window I’m free
And everything I hoped I could be, under sea
(Tell you again)
In my dreams
Falling through a window, I’m freee
And everything I hoped I could be
I can see
Outside, look inside
I can’t feel alive
Girl take your time
Boys still heal in time
Were you coming for me
For me
For me…

(Welcome back bro)

Baby heart beat dropping like a feature
'N I’m locked in the mirror can’t see ya
'N my therapy racing my Visa
Can’t open up yet, off season
And she sweet
She don’t love man
Calm breaking hearts, panic in the quick sand
Two lights
One’s God, one’s my dealer
Love like four stripes
Fake Adidas
Yeah

“I’m more relaxed in this space with these things, and erm
I feel comfortable and at home here , so yeah I’m enjoying this winter
And yeah, this is my room”

(Welcome back bro)