Give me some lip
For old times sake
Or i could bust a hip
Just looking at your face
Just looking at your face

You use to be
A buddy of mine
But this friend of a friend
Just ran out of time

So much rage
For no reason
Easily summoned
Loss of breathing
So fucking tired of discontent
I'm going to go to the forest
It's time to pitch a tent
Because i need the time
The time alone
The time to grow
The time to show

How much i've grown
You need to know
You will be shown
You will be shown
But what about the guys comin
All the time
All the time
All the time

I can never really get that shit
Off my mind
Off my mind
Off my mind

But what about the guys comin
All the time
All the time
All the time

I can never really get that shit
Off my mind
Off my mind
Off my mind