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 some paper and some sharpies Well, I need to hide, umm I need a high, well I need to run, but, that's just my mind, ay I lost myself, I can't rewind Trace my steps, I won't find I love it 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 on the phone The sweet tea is better back home But Lakeland has the things that 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