Delicate

[Verse]

That little kid in the window's looking out at the winter like:

"This whole world is mine if I can get this bitch to shine"

There's no kind of friction to find

'Cause ain't nobody runnin' towards the same finish line

Looking at the dirty snow in the street make you believe

Everybody must've just adjusted to the grief

Choose what you use to motivate yourself

You can either hate me or you can hate yourself

Can't trust your fears

You spent a whole bunch of years being judged by peers

All you wanted was to touch my ears

And get inside of my head like: "What the fuck's in here?"

Had to take space from the hazardous waste

Save the rags for acid rain flashbacks

If it can wash off that awful toxic aftertaste

Maybe that can replace all your trash bags

Baby, I don't know, but you're obviously feeling yourself

And that's a beautiful thing, I hope you're real with yourself

'Cause all we got is ourselves and these mouths to feed

And those keys on your belt that held you down on your knees

Whatever dawg, I'm not the underdog

I'm just a side effect of following my thumbs through the fog

I'm out of here, all apologies to your kids

Your whole forest on fire, hollerin' 'bout the bridge

And everybody tryna do their best

But everybody's best didn't take the same piss test

I guess I should expect resentment affects perspective and context

And you've perfected your bomb threats

Yeah, we get high and we gon' die

But either way, those leaves don't lie

And as the seasons go by, more friends say bye

Less luggage makes it easier to fly

[Chorus]

And when the trees turn to skeletons, listen

You can hear the bones rattle in the wind

It's a delicate condition

Everything's gotta go if you wanna know what's underneath the skin

We all have the capacity to take it there

But if I'm gonna use gravity to take it there

That's a delicate condition, I'm not in the position

To tell you how you livin'

And when the trees turn to skeletons, listen

You can hear the bones rattle in the wind

It's a delicate condition

Everything's gotta go if you wanna know what's underneath the skin

We all have the capacity to take it there

But if I'm gonna use gravity to take it there

That's a delicate condition, I'm not in the position

To tell you how you livin'

And when the trees turn to skeletons

You can hear the bones rattle in the wind

It's a delicate condition