​bluebird ​guardin (Ft. ​convolk)

[Chorus: convolk]
Ayy, remember feelin' low on luck
But now I'm up and bitches wanna fuck
And no one used to want to talk
But now they walkin' up to say "Wassup?"
But I just wanna be alone
I just wanna make it on my own
Yeah, yeah, you know how it go
You know how that story gonna go

[Verse: guardin]
Ayy, this is how it goes
Bottle of Patrón
Seven-gram blunt and I cannot feel my toes
I'm so fuckin' faded, can't believe that I'ma make it on my own
Traded everything I've got just to get up on that road
I gotta go, run from the shit that I'm feeling
Higher than the motherfuckin' ceiling
What do you find so appealing?
I'm just a kid that's been dealing
With a lot of problems in his head
And sometimes I just sleep until I feel like I am dead
Rather sit inside my room, and reminisce about what you said
I'ma love you 'til the end of it, can't start over again
Fuck the two-hundred-fifty-six miles from and to your bed
You're alive inside my mind so I'll just talk to that instead, yeah
I'm doomed, no, for real, I'm doomed
I've been trapped inside my mind
Smoking, listening to Flume
But I'm hopeful, as my postal code is digits, coming soon
Until then, I'ma kick it on the moon
Faded like a fuckin' goon