[Intro: guardin]
Remember when they said we wouldn't strive? (sorrow bringer)
But we wrote it out and cracked the fucking code, yeah
Remember when we lost our fucking minds?
So sedated, shit, but now we on the road
Now we on the, oh
La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Oh, yeah, mm
[Verse 1: guardin]
The flower's out back if you wanna catch a glimpse
Come through to the crib, you can see just how I grow
Seltzer habit, I'm a caffeine addict
Two matches strike the pack, so you can see the ember glow
Full screen this one, you gon' wanna see the wrist
'Cause I've been icy in this bitch, and it's just me and all my bros
Flow so clean, I've been rolling in the deep
With a Dell and a Yeti, maybe I should take it slow
[Bridge: guardin]
Wait, this the part that I haven't yet made, ugh
I hate it when I'm alone in this place
My mind isn't made up about today
But so far this week's looking fucking great
[Verse 2: guardin]
Monday we was in a gorgeous place, yeah
Tuesday we hit traffic in L.A., uh
Wednesday, took another trip to the bay, yeah
Thursday, drove for like twelve hours straight, uh
Friday we was up in Rose City, uh
Saturday just passed, yeah, it's 1:43
Now it's Sunday, prayin' for another way
All I'm thinkin' 'bout in the van is your goddamn face
[Refrain: guardin]
Goddamn face, goddamn face
Your goddamn face, oh
Goddamn face, oh, yeah
[Verse 3: Eric Godlow]
I can't hold back, you should know that
I should've never really hit you with that callback
I should've really thought about it before all that
Now I'm alone in my room and it's pitch black (Eric, look at me)
Pitch black, where my bitch at?
I just got another on the way, that shit is kickass
I just made another dumb mistake and I can't list that
I'll just kick it solo in my home, let's skip the chit-chat
[Chorus: guardin]
Fuck this party, I ain't leavin', sorry, things aren't looking great
And I wish that I wasn't two thousand miles away
But let's be honest, this is what you wanted, what can I say?
Yeah, lately I've been numbing all the pain when I step up on the stage
[Outro: guardin]
Fuck this party, I ain't leavin', sorry, things aren't looking great
And I wish that I wasn't two thousand miles away
But let's be honest, this is what you wanted, what can I say?
Yeah, lately I've been numbing all the pain when I step up on the stage