American

I pray for patience and a little bit of fame too Exhale the herb and pass that shit to Jesus Like, "hey you, why you helicopping this" Have my track spinning back like a helicopter Miss Please, could you look my way Could you listen today If I did the dishes today Nah, that bitch ain't listening I let my stress go with my feet in Lake Michigan I'm missing again See that boy on the road but he was just with his friends When having nowhere to go You gotta go with the wind And if you searching your soul, you gotta go through sin Cinnamon sweet life, that's the way you been brought up We don't sleep nights, our days are odd and bothered Focused on dreams, no missed calls from our fathers So we looking up to queens but we fucking their daughters I hit the loud to have a quiet night Wonder if my neighbors hear me cry at night Wonder if my savior is a quiet guy Because I don't talk much, light up just like a firefly I hit the loud to have a quiet night Wonder if my neighbors hear me cry at night There's a lot of things that I don't like But I don't talk much, light up just like a firefly I am golden