Produced by Cole Smithers (@ColeSmithers)
Vocals: Ariella Golda (@goldamusic), Bella Sosis, Michael Cravotta
Additional production and guitar by me
Mastered by @BennySalz

Grandaddy on my right fist, feels a little safer when the night hits
Ain't gotta place to lay I stay up
I'm looking for a couch to crash you can say you knew me on the way up
Or on the way down
Hands to the ground but I never pray
What could I say, what could I ever have to say
To a father I can't see, still waiting for the day
But my cash gone so I steal to eat a meal 
But I'm afraid that I'll get caught so I feel nauseous
Pretty reckless but I move cautious
Pretty broke but you can't tell me who the boss is
Life is never perfect but the flow flawless
I swear, try to find a way to talk to make a woman stare
Or a good man if the moods right don't fight it
Set fire to yourself let somebody feel the light

Even though the night is so cold
I don't wanna see a soul, I don't wanna see a soul
Even though the night is so cold

Friends inspire me therefore I play to win
Break the skin, fire when I shake the pen
The paper burns I start again
Passion's where the heart begins but no one knows just where it ends
Maybe with the holy ghost riding on my thoughts
And then the power doubles back and bounces off the dome
Circles round the sun and splits a comet then it's headed home
But where is home
What is home I left the snow but all I see is snow so
I'm breathing blow until the pain speaks 
Eventually the pain peaks and I can't move
Something undefinable wraps around my mind and slows time until it stops too
Just build a soul that you can't crush most are in a rush never knowing why
I keep calling but nobody follows me

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