Not too many bright ideas anymore,
Just make money and fall asleep,
I can't take much more.
Wont tell my friends they'll all get bored,
or maybe it's my moods maybe my
rise and falling out..

Butterfly in my house right in the sun,
Not a soul in sight,
Not trusting anyone,
Cause nothing makes much sense here anymore,
Anymore...

Man I'm so far from home,
Not too many bright ideas anymore,
I notice,
Maybe it's my mind,
Maybe it's gone,
or maybe it's my moods maybe my
rise and falling out..

Half a tab
Cause the summer's almost gone,
Need a silver lining,
Not a silver coin,
Cause nothing makes much sense here anymore,
Anymore...

WRITTEN, PRODUCED & MIXED by IP.Baby
Mastered by Mike Bozzi @ Bernie Grundman Mastering, Los Angeles, CA