Woorden: Native. Backseat Crew.

From winter to summer the climates like costumes
We paint them depending n spirit
With calmness we push on revealing the boldness we've disguised blankets of distrust
We sleep through the tension
Take reign and strive
We'll hold you close
Our years grow long; our patience short
Daybreak; the light brings encounter
The arms shake
The trunk stays unbroken
It holds mood and drive
The arms lull, the tree holds
At nightfall the city brings discord
The blood halts
The muscles keep motion
With motive we surge
The blood flows
The eyes close
Remember the late nights?
We both watched the same lines unfold in the light