Southern Prescription
Sharp tooth, chartreuse
Breaking bank trying to be a fan of alone time state of mind
Call it a draw and have a fitz
Smoke until you think it starts to make sense you say
Fold your hands
A pouty face
Greet the day and the cottonwood fluff
With a basic understanding of time and space, you say
Waste a day in the county
Anxious eyes prophesy what they meant from the get go
Waste away in the county
Pro porch, post war plantation ground downtown feeling
Some kind a way
Pro porch, post war plantation ground downtown
Wait 'til the creek consumes the heat
Leavin' a dry dirt bed
Winning all the arguments in your head
You smoke a square with greasy hair
Feeling lost at the pool
Broken Sunglasses and Cher
Wake up Wake up Wake up
I thought you were dead
And I had a dream
Walked a mall for hours and you grew flowers
From every word that you said to me
Wake up wake up wake up
I thought you were here
And I had a dream
Walked a mall for hours and you grew flowers
From every word that you said
Waste a day in the county
Anxious eyes prophesy what they meant from the get go
Waste away in the county
Pro porch, post war plantation ground downtown feeling
A some kind of way
Pro porch, post war plantation ground downtown
Breaking bank trying to be a fan of alone time state of mind
Call it a draw and have a fitz
Smoke until you think it starts to make sense you say
Fold your hands
A pouty face
Greet the day and the cottonwood fluff
With a basic understanding of time and space, you say
Waste a day in the county
Anxious eyes prophesy what they meant from the get go
Waste away in the county
Pro porch, post war plantation ground downtown feeling
Some kind a way
Pro porch, post war plantation ground downtown
Wait 'til the creek consumes the heat
Leavin' a dry dirt bed
Winning all the arguments in your head
You smoke a square with greasy hair
Feeling lost at the pool
Broken Sunglasses and Cher
Wake up Wake up Wake up
I thought you were dead
And I had a dream
Walked a mall for hours and you grew flowers
From every word that you said to me
Wake up wake up wake up
I thought you were here
And I had a dream
Walked a mall for hours and you grew flowers
From every word that you said
Waste a day in the county
Anxious eyes prophesy what they meant from the get go
Waste away in the county
Pro porch, post war plantation ground downtown feeling
A some kind of way
Pro porch, post war plantation ground downtown
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Writer(s): Oliver Pierce
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