High & Dry

How'd i get stuck below I'm not a part of the show Winds won't hold back I guess I'm stuck (up here) High dry I'm not ready to go Not much faith to own Loan me a bit of your Light Just to coast Stuck to in woods I've never known Am I wrong If I'm pressed to make my own Triage Triage I'm along the line Hissy cuz I wanna make it mine I'm running out of time Who give a f*ck if I'm so stressed To bone also pressed Won't confess I'm really getting sick of you Right now You never wanna move We building shit for who You won't make your rounds Along the ya days We runnin back the next one Now Not in days You won't see me down Winds beneath my Grounds Leave me High dry I'm not ready to go Not much faith to own Loan me a bit of your Light Just to coast Stuck to in woods I've never known Am I wrong If I'm pressed to make my own