Текст песни Six Feet - Dro

I hope that
Gramps goes back
To mowing
His front lawn

I know that
We'll go back
To sleeping
In your arms

Grocery lines
Too much time
Spent at home
Without you

Netflix fucks
Pornhub sucks
Wasting time
Eating food

Six feet
Six feet

Facetime time
Like bad wine
I'm sick of
Calling you

Frozen rice
Melting ice
Six feet from
Loving you

Unemployed
With no joy
Well ain't this
Nothing new

I've died once
Inside for months
And yet I'd
Kill for you

Six feet
Six feet