Текст песни Views of the City - Braden Rozell

I press play on my songs and the music is hitting
I'm thinking many thoughts while looking at views of the city
And it's beautiful pretty
No confusion or pity
I see the other side, looking down through while I'm sitting
I press play on my songs and the music is hitting
I'm thinking many thoughts while looking at views of the city
And it's beautiful pretty
No confusion or pity
I see the other side, looking down through while I'm sitting

Yeah, I visualize sunsets and it's verifying
The past is done, no more terrifying
Mentally paralyzing, thoughts
Staring crying scary timing
Now I've seen it all and I cherish guiding
Yeah, I'm currently looking for better warm weather
That would be mad, but not a short temper
I need more memories, or mesh to be, the person that I once was with your letter
Beautiful sunlight, once bright as we hug tight
Looking in the distance as it sets up for a fun night
Laughing, jokes, happy folks, having so
Much fun together living as they're stoked
I see miles, young kids living wild, smiles
New parents walking and talking with their child
I envision this saving it to my files
Different sounds that I am hearing, hearing like it's a trial
But I'm awfully willing to always talk while I'm chilling
Philosophical feelings hopefully help you all while your healing
I truly have room for it, like your wall or your ceiling
But these visions I seem to have are from on top of the building

I press play on my songs and the music is hitting
I'm thinking many thoughts while looking at views of the city
And it's beautiful pretty
No confusion or pity
I see the other side, looking down through while I'm sitting
I press play on my songs and the music is hitting
I'm thinking many thoughts while looking at views of the city
And it's beautiful pretty
No confusion or pity
I see the other side, looking down through while I'm sitting

Yeah
Ya know what helps me grind on my own business
Minding my own business
Making myself happy til I finally don't miss it
By facing my old past and start writing my own imprint
Left forearm, write on my own, in print
Everything happens for a reason, that's what I live with
I took a step back like basketball, got a thick grip
Of my life and turned myself around because this shits quick
And it really wasn't instant, time flew but it took a bit since
I had to get used to a cold hearted life with resistance
And now they say this kid's it, 5'8" but I feel 6'6"
People grinding my gears 'til I had drive like I'm a stick shift
But honestly, I had my people reminding me
To get back to myself and work my hardest to be a prodigy
And with all the camaraderie guiding me where I gotta be
I feel I hit the lottery with friends that constantly will do a lot for me
Cause my happiness seemed to be doubtful
I was screaming when down some
Months ago on my previous album
But I'm happy looking back and it was needed
Proving once again everything happens for a reason

I press play on my songs and the music is hitting
I'm thinking many thoughts while looking at views of the city
And it's beautiful pretty
No confusion or pity
I see the other side, looking down through while I'm sitting
I press play on my songs and the music is hitting
I'm thinking many thoughts while looking at views of the city
And it's beautiful pretty
No confusion or pity
I see the other side, looking down through while I'm sitting

It's B