Bushweed Songtext
von JJ Wilde

Fear of regret, call to collect
Keep it in tune don′t mean to be rude
But he's sending me texts
Don′t wanna be next, I'm taking in bets

I know that I'm sweet, I don′t ask for much
I′m driving around, the windows are down
I feather the clutch
Look but don't touch, I feather the clutch

It makes you so mad, and I′m so good with that
Before you come over, I roll up and smoke up
Roll up and smoke up the rest of the bag, ah


Lately, I've been blowing trees, caught up in the bush weed
I ain′t coming down
Down from a place where I go to get away
And I nevеr wanna be found
Lately, I've been blowing trees, caught up in thе bush weed
I ain′t coming down
Down from a place where they recognize my face
By my metal and leather bounds
I'm tired of believing
I may be a mess but I'm in control
Scared of the feeling
The deeper, the darker the depths of my soul

I′m making a name, get out of my way
Precious with time, no standing in line, I never behave
Don′t wanna be saved, I never behave

If I like what I see, it's leaving with me
I stole in the past, I′m not proud of that
I'm not proud of that but at least I come clean

Lately, I′ve been blowing trees, caught up in the bush weed
I ain't coming down
Down from a place where I go to get away
And I never wanna be found
Lately, I′ve been blowing trees, caught up in the bush weed
I ain't coming down
Down from a place where they recognize my face
By my metal and leather bounds
I'm tired of believin′
I may be a mess but I′m in control
Scared of the feeling (feeling)
The deeper, the darker the depths of my soul
The deeper, the darker the depths of my soul