Lyrics Fox Stevenson – Out My Head

Been taken out
I’m falling down
We’re not around

Hey we’re out here

Yeah, we’re out here
And we’re working hard
We’re bound for glory
Collecting these scars
I’m tryna keep that to myself
Man, if this desert isn’t hell

We’re all dressed up in good intention
And running fast in no direction
Guess we get to rest up when we’re dead
Been breaking bones and learning lessons
Tryna shake these burning questions
I can’t get the fuck out of my head

Yeah, we got this
We grind till dawn
Smoke bombs in the closet (Whoa)
Buried treasure on the front lawn
I’m tryna keep that to myself
Just tryna keep that to myself

Hell yeah, we got this
Good luck is a game plan
Waistline on a wish-list

We’re all dressed up in good intention
Running fast in no direction
Guess we get to rest up when we’re dead
Been breaking bones and learning lessons
Tryna shake these burning questions
I can’t get the fuck out of my head, yeah

Oh, digging for hope in a dust bowl
Oh, I guess that we’ll know when we’re s’posed to know

Hell yeah, we got this
Good luck is a game plan
Waistline on a wish list
Waste time in the wasteland
I’m tryna keep back from the fear
Nowadays the skies don’t seem so near

We’re all dressed up in good intention
And running fast in no direction
Guess we get to rest up when we’re dead
Been breaking bones and learning lessons
Tryna shake these burning questions
I can’t get the fuck out of my head
All dressed up in good intention
And running fast in no direction
Guess we get to rest up when we’re dead
Been breaking bones and learning lessons
Tryna shake these burning questions
I can’t get the fuck out of my head

Yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah