[Intro: Landon Cube]
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[Chorus: Landon Cube]
There's a fire, out on my lawn
I got a feeling, that something is wrong
California, covered in sun
I gotta warn ya, it ain't always fun
Hallelujah, I'm all out of luck
Heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
Got some habits, the wildest ones
I'm a mother, the childish son

[Verse 1: Landon Cube]
Ok, the preacher man had told me it's too late for my friends
But I could change my wicked ways, but it's too late and I'm dead
I said "no thank you mister" I would rather stay with my friends
And keep on drinking when we wanna it's amuse to an end
You's a gold digger baby, I'm a soul killer
And I get nauseous if I ain’t making more skrilla
You's a gold digger baby, I'm a soul killer
And I get homеsick if I ain't goin' home witcha
But I was raised in the birds, I had nowhеre to run
So I always hung out on the wrong side of town
I'm a product of the 90's and the 301
And I, been descendin' since I was young
[Chorus: Landon Cube]
There's a fire, out on my lawn
I got a feeling, that something is wrong
California, covered in sun
I gotta warn ya, it ain't always fun
Hallelujah, I'm all out of luck
Heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
Got some habits, the wildest ones
I'm a mother, the childish son

[Verse 2: 347Aidan]
Saw you standin' right over there
And my life spin around while you [?] your hair
And I know I'm insane, but I don't even care
Cause we walk by, I can only [?]
I see your face, he see the pain and tellin' me I gotta run
Cause the devil's here to stop me, and I'm leavin on my own
There's a fire in my brain, and a fire on my lawn
And all the other shit that happens underneath the sun
I'm so over all your shit, so pack your bags and get on with
That life that you pretend to live, cause I don't got no time for this

[Chorus: Landon Cube]
There's a fire, out on my lawn
I got a feeling, that something is wrong
California, covered in sun
I gotta warn ya, it ain't always fun
Hallelujah, I'm all out of luck
Heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
Got some habits, the wildest ones
I'm a mother, the childish son