[Intro: Lil Zubin]
Oh your words just circle my head
I feel like there's a rain cloud above my head
And now I can't
Oh your words just circle my head
I feel like there's a rain cloud above my head

[Verse 1: Darcy Baylis]
Some thoughts don't falter easy
He might rob the pharmacy
Sweat falls from shaky hands
When he gives in to your demands
He thinks he might be sick
He's getting better at talking shit
Street corners call his name
When he decides to take away the pain

[Verse 2: Darcy Baylis]
Can we at least agree that you're a mess?
Refreshing your phone, hoping for the best
And is this where you thought you'd be at 24?
Eyes on the road, your stomach's on the floor