Lyrics:

The flowers in my room are dying but they won't wilt.
The leaves stay green, but they fall still.
Switched from my notebook to a cell phone
I'm slowly compressing into generic molds
and becoming a feature of this home.
The walls and the roof are stunting my growth.

I'm encased in walls of rotting wood.
The moisture in the air cements this soggy mood.
I open the curtains because I know you'll be home soon.
Let just enough light through the glass to keep you in the room.

I'm sitting by the stream
under the shade of a tree.
I'm rooted in place,
I'm enjoying the breeze.
I've got wooden bones 
so I'm staying home
but there's soil free, so please,
so please, settle down with me.

Settle (prod. whokilledcj)

just trying to get the music out there to the people that need it most.
support the underground movement .

please hit up my ig i never see messages on here

Settle (prod. whokilledcj)

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