Mouse Powell, Grieves - Porches lyrics
[Mouse Powell, Grieves - Porches lyrics]
I take one step forward, two steps back
Three albums deep, no new tracks
I take my time with it
I put my soul in every line
That I rhyme with it
I put my future and my health
On the line with it
Maybe you should take some more time
'fore you chime in it
Cigarette smoke smells just like home
Jimmy Eat World in my old headphones
And we was just kids, caught in the middle
Some caught cases, others got addicted
Even got degrees, got honorable mentions
But baby
We ain't all cut from the same cloth baby
We don't all walk the same path do we really
Live and we die, but don't really live freely
Nod your head, crack a smile if you feel me
Life's good when you're home
My demons chase me after dark
And the streetlights lead me home
Lately I've been standing off the rails
I don't pick up my phone
Well, I've was on my porch i was almost home
My demons chase me after dark
And the streetlights lead me home
Lately I've been standing off the rails
I don't pick up my phone
Well, I've was on my porch i was almost home
Yeah young and stupid was the good ol' days
And now I'm picking up the pieces
Of my good old age
Learned to vibe with that foot
Off and breaking fine patience
Stress ain't nothing but a little vibration
Me? I've was swerving in and out of my lane
Learned to drive a little slower when
I'm out in the rain
It's a faux pas the whole block knows my pain
Tried to run away from it
But it knows my name i took a shot
This is your stop baby
I'ma keep it rolling 'til the boats pop baby
I was on it 'til the ghosts got lazy
But now it's just bones in the basement
Digging up the truth
Daddy got a new pair of shoes
A pawn shop guitar to sing my blues, man
I paid the dues learned to carry the torch
You wanna find me, I'll be out on the porch
My demons chase me after dark
And the streetlights lead me home
Lately I've been standing off the rails
I don't pick up my phone
Well, I've was on my porch i was almost home
My demons chase me after dark
And the streetlights lead me home
Lately I've been standing off the rails
I don't pick up my phone
Well, I've was on my porch i was almost home
There's a place off of Dysart and Thomas
Past the wall where I wrote my name on it
Under that tunnel in that ditch
We used to skate
Where I could just post up and escape
Picture me then- bad hair and
An even worse attitude
Multiplied by two when I'd had a few
Shitty jobs, good friends, bad decisions
Studio apartments made you feel
Like you were living
I used to push my car like a rental, rental
Hop the curb, maybe break the window, window
Rapping over stolen instrumentals, mentals
But damn it helped me make
A couple friends though
Long summers, short tempers, bad trips
Slow riffs that make you feel like this
They say ignorance is bliss, and I believe it
Please don't tell me shit, I ain't leaving
Three albums deep, no new tracks
I take my time with it
I put my soul in every line
That I rhyme with it
I put my future and my health
On the line with it
Maybe you should take some more time
'fore you chime in it
Cigarette smoke smells just like home
Jimmy Eat World in my old headphones
And we was just kids, caught in the middle
Some caught cases, others got addicted
Even got degrees, got honorable mentions
But baby
We ain't all cut from the same cloth baby
We don't all walk the same path do we really
Live and we die, but don't really live freely
Nod your head, crack a smile if you feel me
Life's good when you're home
My demons chase me after dark
And the streetlights lead me home
Lately I've been standing off the rails
I don't pick up my phone
Well, I've was on my porch i was almost home
My demons chase me after dark
And the streetlights lead me home
Lately I've been standing off the rails
I don't pick up my phone
Well, I've was on my porch i was almost home
Yeah young and stupid was the good ol' days
And now I'm picking up the pieces
Of my good old age
Learned to vibe with that foot
Off and breaking fine patience
Stress ain't nothing but a little vibration
Me? I've was swerving in and out of my lane
Learned to drive a little slower when
I'm out in the rain
It's a faux pas the whole block knows my pain
Tried to run away from it
But it knows my name i took a shot
This is your stop baby
I'ma keep it rolling 'til the boats pop baby
I was on it 'til the ghosts got lazy
But now it's just bones in the basement
Digging up the truth
Daddy got a new pair of shoes
A pawn shop guitar to sing my blues, man
I paid the dues learned to carry the torch
You wanna find me, I'll be out on the porch
My demons chase me after dark
And the streetlights lead me home
Lately I've been standing off the rails
I don't pick up my phone
Well, I've was on my porch i was almost home
My demons chase me after dark
And the streetlights lead me home
Lately I've been standing off the rails
I don't pick up my phone
Well, I've was on my porch i was almost home
There's a place off of Dysart and Thomas
Past the wall where I wrote my name on it
Under that tunnel in that ditch
We used to skate
Where I could just post up and escape
Picture me then- bad hair and
An even worse attitude
Multiplied by two when I'd had a few
Shitty jobs, good friends, bad decisions
Studio apartments made you feel
Like you were living
I used to push my car like a rental, rental
Hop the curb, maybe break the window, window
Rapping over stolen instrumentals, mentals
But damn it helped me make
A couple friends though
Long summers, short tempers, bad trips
Slow riffs that make you feel like this
They say ignorance is bliss, and I believe it
Please don't tell me shit, I ain't leaving