Pastor's Grandson

Yeah, I miss the simple things
I miss when I was just a kid and I was full of dreams
I could do anything
I could do everything
All I needed was paper
And some sharpies
Well, I need to hide, umm
I need a high, well
I need to run
But that's my mind, ay
I lost myself, I can't rewind
Trace my steps, I won't find

I love when the sky turns peach
I love it when my Popi preaches
I'm struggling with religious beliefs
But all I know is I believe in me
Me and my dad used to catch up when we'd throw
Now we only catch up one the phone
The sweet tea better back home
But Lakeland has the things I own
So I don't know

Where do they go?
The smoke rings I blow each night
Oh, what do they do?
Those circles of blue and white



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Writer(s): Jacob Howard
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