Clean

All this independence got me feeling alone now
I used to cry for help but I just cry on my own now
I never felt at home with all the crowd so I roam now
I love it but I better make it out of my hometown
Sometimes I sit inside when I should be with my friends though
Me and my pencil
Think I got a problem
Think even my friends know
But they all got some issues too just doing our best so I can’t pretend those
Don’t explain the differences in end goals
Differences in angles
Skipping into end zones
Listening to angels
Tripping in the headphones
Falling over heals quick
Slipping into friend zones
I probably should have called back
Probably should have meant those
Probably think I’m all that
Probably think I’m trash one or the other
Lost the feeling of my innocence I had to rediscover
Found the beauty in the chaos I just pray that I don’t lose it
If I had another choice I wouldn’t choose it
I can make it my own
Hook (J.Lately):
And when the rain it falls down just bring it all down we’ll be ok
And when no one’s watching the seed will blossom no we don’t fade
And when your heart gets broken your heart is open it’s not just weak
So when the rain it falls down just bring it all down and wash us clean
I know you feel like running to hide from something and see no way
But when the rain it falls down just bring it all down we’ll be ok
Verse 2 (The Grouch):
People always asking God to take away the pain but
Life without the pain be pretty lame you can’t maintain that
If all I ever had was sun I’d beg to get the rain back
Do my rain dance it’s advanced I can’t explain though
Balance makes the man grow, challenges and changes
Positive and negative it’s all the same language
I ain’t tryna cut you off pretend you don’t exist
Cause the frequency we vibrate at seems to be a miss
We learn bro that’s how we turn those
Mistakes into big breaks and break the old cycles
We run from the shadows, we stuff in the anchor
Get scared from the battles and we toughen up dangerous
Til nothing could shape us
I’m in my own lane just perving and swerving and curving friends
Living in urban tents that’s lame bro
Nobody’s coming for us
We’re trying to summon the love
Dripping sweat tears and the blood