Lyrics
there s miles to stumbler
Backroads with roses on the mound, i m getting humbler Fumbla, i couldn t help but look down
It s like a goddamn forest bout ready to sprout, rollin in the corolla, rollin in the corolla
I couldn t help but look down, you still hear the sound, and there s all this beauty just screaming out
I couldn t help but look down, she s a button fumbla, she s a button fumbla
how the feeling in your body fills you up
holy water in the tumbler
It s like a goddamn forest bout ready to sprout, it s like a goddamn forest bout ready to sprout
if we ever get through the rushing water
There s the clatter of a king-can clanking the ground, it s cracking them floors and the grout
You still hear the sound, i m getting humbler, and there s all this beauty just screaming out
Touching our faces in all the delicate places, gonna rip the seat off, i m getting humbler
Where your cousin veered off, there s the clatter of a king-can clanking the ground, there s the clatter of a king-can clanking the ground
Your mother don t give a damn what your father bought her, how the feeling in your body fills you up
And there s all this beauty just screaming out, i m getting humbler
There s miles to stumbler, holy water in the tumbler
Nobody ever took home a grumbler, all your lonely friends
Up above me soars a rumbler, she knows that we went all the way
I feel my tongue making shapes in my mouth, up above me soars a rumbler
Where your cousin veered off, gonna rip the seat off