Reconstruction Lyrics

They tore the old mall down it's a Walmart now

I'd have some space up in my head if my thoughts were moving out

I always wanna write a song and I don't know what about

Maybe something else to help me figure out why I been down

Between the Hollywood sign and cherry grove I know every billboard in your area code

And I don't wanna move slow babe were going too fast

I'll be pumping on the brakes while you're stepping on the gas

Yeah I been doing fine, but I'm tryna make a living

And lately I been seein through a different set of lenses

Prescriptive meditation and prescription medication

Oh I'm feelin outta body outta pocket when I'm singing

You don't get paid for knowing what to say, you get paid for knowing how to say it

Ain't no handouts left in this lonely game, you get paid for knowing how to make it

Ain't no roads laid when you're going this way, you get paid for knowing how to pave it

And all that time spend on broken dreams, boy you better learn how to save it

Young bucks on a dirt road, frat boys in their polos

Oh I've met some good folks, in bad places

Rich thrills and cheap times, big dog in a high rise

Oh I've lost some good guys in these rat races

Front porch where we're talking

Oh I can tell you're exhausted

I've made some good girls, wear sad faces

Flip the script when I read through

Told you I didn't need you

Broken now but I'm under reconstruction

I was holding onto chains and I had to give em' up

They tore the old mall down it's a Walmart now

I'd have some space up in my head

If my thoughts were moving out

I always wanna write a song and

I don't know what about

Maybe something else to help me figure out why I been down

Between the Hollywood sign and cherry grove

I know every billboard in your area code

And I don't wanna move slow

Babe were going too fast

I'll be pumping on the brakes

While you're stepping on the gas

Yeah I been doing fine,

But I'm tryna make a living

And lately I been seein

Through a different set of lenses

Prescriptive Meditation and Prescription Medication

Oh I'm feelin outta body outta pocket when I'm singing

You don't get paid for knowing what to say, you get paid for knowing how to say it

Ain't no handouts left in this lonely game, you get paid for knowing how to make it

Ain't no roads laid when you're going this way, you get paid for knowing how to pave it

And all that time spend on broken dreams, boy you better learn how to save it