stuck my back on the lane
painted fresh, i’m still sane
thinking back as I lay
bathing neighborhood breezes
flashback ’07 scenes
nod my head to the rumbles beneath my feet
let me drown in isolation
lemonade, a bit sweet
scents of manicured green
to be where i wanna be
to be where i wanna be
struck a vine on the way
gleamed on sight a good play
said he’s gonna be saving the day
backed by neighborhood breezes
citing favorite scenes
oscillating the rumbles beneath my feet
if you could draw the line, a favor
scents of premature May
carry on a bourrée
to be where i wanna be
to be where i wanna be
let me drown in isolation
lemonade, a bit sweet
scents of manicured green
to be where i wanna be
