Текст песни FLAWED - McCandles

& this cigarette the best thing to me right now
How ironic
Givin' in to my flaws, now does that make me wrong? I can't call it
Spread out on your couch, baby come lay down, relax a moment
Fell in love with the look in your eyes
Forgot to check on your mind
I'm not flawless

The youngin' so country left with assumptions
They won't tell him nothin'
Given thirst for hunches & researchin' somethin' for your own gumption
You won't really figure shit out until you own somethin'
They won't really think you on shit until you show somethin'
If I could confess how I feel I'd prolly owe somethin'
The youngin' so country roadrunnin'
Head huntin' in the dark spotlightin'
Tryna bring some fuckin' light in
It's only righteous
I'm writin' what they recitin' after decipherin' for entire nights & shit
I'm like this bitch
But only because my intent
Allows me to just fly & win
At anything I'm right within & times my friend
Just so I can get right within & do this shit that it's got planned
That I got planned
We're all just sand or somethin' which
Gives me sense of pressure lifted
& the sip one the hottest kitchens
But here's young mccandles whippin'
Like I got worries lifted
Psychic reading my vindictives
Said the sessions on them
Highly favored in the wind it's a blessing