Lyrics I Became My Brother - Jack Larsen

Oh no
Never thought that I would let go
Another tattoo on the torso
Only growing up through photos
Lover
Stepping out of my own comfort
That's when I became my brother
Thirty minutes to recover

Whats the plan
Smoke a couple grams
On my shit like damn
In a trance
Up like Peter Pan
Never gonna land

Whats the plan
Smoke a couple grams
On my shit like damn
In a trance
Up like Peter Pan
Never gonna land

Whats the plan
Smoke a couple grams
On my shit like damn
In a trance
Up like Peter Pan
Never gonna land

Whats the plan
Smoke a couple grams
On my shit like damn
In a trance
Up like Peter Pan
Never gonna land

I got myself into this pickle
And I must find my way out

Zipping, zipping, zipping
Bang, bang
Get it paid, fuck around I'm high today
Zipping, zipping, zipping
Bang, bang
Get it paid, fuck around and pass away
Zipping, zipping, zipping
I need a dollar, I'm pleading I'll pay you back

Whats the plan
Smoke a couple grams
On my shit like damn
In a trance (...It go down...)
Up like Peter Pan (...down, down...)
Never gonna land (...Shimmy, shimmy around...)

Whats the plan
Smoke a couple grams
On my shit like damn
In a trance (...It go down...)
Up like Peter Pan (...down, down...)
Never gonna land (...Shimmy, shimmy around...)

Whats the plan
Smoke a couple grams
On my shit like damn
In a trance (...It go down...)
Up like Peter Pan (...down, down...)
Never gonna land (...Shimmy, shimmy around...)

Whats the plan
Smoke a couple grams
On my shit like damn
In a trance (...It go down...)
Up like Peter Pan (...down, down...)
Never gonna land (...Shimmy, shimmy around...)

Whats the plan
Smoke a couple grams
On my shit like damn
In a trance (...It go down...)
Up like Peter Pan (...down, down...)
Never gonna land (...Shimmy, shimmy around...)