Verse 1. I can almost see it. That dream I'm dreaming, but. There's a voice inside my head saying. "You'll never reach it". Every step I'm taking. Every move I make feels. Lost with no direction. My f
Verse 1. Maybe. Oh, if I could pray and to try, dear. Then you might come back home to me. Home to me. Maybe, oh. If I could ever hold your little hand. Woah, then you might try to understand. Ooh, ye
Verse 1. I wanna set off alarms, deal out the cards. Smoke Cuban cigars, get kicked outta bars before two. Only if it's with you. And I wanna drive down to Texas, flip off my exes. Get kind of reckles