Текст песни Breathe - Son of Paper

I'm trynna find some-thing-to fight for
I'm walking these streets, never high horse
Flannels and Channel Orange,
All the colors are muted, emotions are too

All-of -my-lows
Why am I holding dat
I'm On a road like a cul-de-sac
Running to where the fun is... Easy does it
I'm jumping at love and at puddles with... you

Run it up! Hit that
Summertime! Jet pack
Never thought I'd leave it
Now it's cold at the beach

Slow down, breathe in
I don't want this moment to
Slow down, breathe in
I don't want this moment to end
I don't want this moment to end

I heard that you're happy... And it kills me
I needed my boundaries to rebuild my shit
What nobody else sees is the real me
I've written this song down to reveal myself

Run it up! Hit that
Summertime! Jet pack
Never thought I'd leave it
Now it's cold at the beach

Slow down, breathe in
I don't want this moment to end

Working from dawn until Dusk
I- Feel like I'm right on the cusp
I gotta go where the wind blows
Leaving the city I love

Here til the leaves don't crunch-That's on forever shit
In the city of hills it was hella crisp
That's on forever shit
In the city of hills it was so

Slow down, Breathe In
Slow down, Breathe In