Hazy Jane

Come again, spin around Let's just pretend That we don't need to be alone again And f*ck being friends I want it you and me, privacy, Netflix and bed I mean we're chilling Bit of drinking But not cuz it's a trend It's cuz we're feeling it in other ways than one you could guess I'm either wavy off the Hazy Jane babe we might forget Although were crazy bout this lady since the hour we met And now I'm back, looking at the night outside like Sat by the window dreaming I'm kind of a child in the shadow in the evenings Won't catch me when I'm leaving I'll slip out the back door Light as a cat through the flap on her soft paws then just Wait make a quick pause Nah nah nobody heard us now, get bouncing outdoors Back row middle 'n' that Tunes on the top deck, summer in the cockpit Oliver Heldens comes on that's top tier After school on the Top Gear Outside of schools now top gear I wanna know what the f*ck has gone on here Buck your ideas up I can't hear you Loud for the ones at the back in the rear view Left 'em, left in dust Rested blessed at dusk Sun is coming up love And I wanna see you sitting with us so why not Come again Spin around Let's just pretend That we don't need to be alone again And f*ck being friends I want it you and me Netflix and bed I mean we're chilling, bit of drinking But not cuz it's a trend It's cuz we're feeling it in other ways than one you could guess We're getting wavy off the Hazy Jane let's us introspect and think Hmm, are we creators or creations Wandering these landscapes in search of inspiration Took this place now Im misplacent No proof if I'm a conscious or in essence, simulation Another could control my moves and moods and stipulations But never show their face so I can't still confirm that statement But what if I'm not mistaken Prescribe your medications Altercate your relaxations Alternating that Weed, weed, good for your heart More you're lean, the more you eat and more you laugh Relaxed cool with the grass Lying back down on your arse No one to say like sit back down in the class F*ck you Mrs Ferguson, there's nowt you can do about bars now Diss track coming i'll branch out