St. South

I woke up with the sun in my chest. New kicks on, shining Sunday Best. Blanket homes, and tight rope trees. Dark roads will cool these warm bodies. Push that Bad down. Wring that wash out. Dreading the day that we begin to read into self-doubt. Steal

Got a piece of my mind, to tell you who's mine, Nobody hurts like me for you. Soft slacks at night, I'm wearing 'em tight, Nobody hurts like I do. Your fakers are fine, but your water ain't wine, so stop feeding me, 'a little more time'. Your shit's

Get Good - St. South I woke up with the sun in my chest. New kicks on, shining Sunday Best. Blanket homes, and tight rope trees. Dark roads will cool these warm bodies. Push that Bad down. Wring that wash out. Dreading the day that we begin to read i

Got a piece of my mind, to tell you who's mine, Nobody hurts like me for you. Soft slacks at night, I'm wearing 'em tight, Nobody hurts like I do. Your fakers are fine, but your water ain't wine, so stop feeding me, 'a little more time'. Your shit's