idles

Stone characters
Light walls that's beyond one
You swear my ego gets past me
They want me so vulnerable

But you should see what I'm looking at
Moss or pillars to choose
Do you think my time here could fit all that?
If I die in the shade then I lose

Idles pushing idols
All latin just like classics
I don't have the study habits to fall off in there
On call with the labels
Cut off a half a mil and a kill to my shame
Just move to LA

Baby I got shit you can't pay for (yeah)
They want me saying what they want
And the money I saved up
Oh it's all gone, all gone

(cold)
(snow)
bird
(froze)
(snow)
snow
(cold)
white white
birds

Foggy Sunday morning
Up when it's light out
Tiny beaks sing from trees
Through the steam

Melodies for me
Singing's just for me
Stating what's important
Snow melt
Thawing out
Sun crawls but she moves

Foot prints melt they
Tried to offer me I couldn't accept it
Stains all on me
Pillars out of trees
(steam, cold)
Making pillars out of trees uh huh
(trees)
(pillars)
(trees)



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Reddy
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