3:17

In the elevator, hit the top floor Start to think I should've probably gotten off

more I know my heart is in my hand, but it's not

yours grass is greener when you water on the

golf course I fell off my high horse, saw a white Porsche

If you don't dream, then why you looking at the sky for

I don't tell no one about my battles, this is my war

Here's my heart, it's a foreign car with suicide doors

Had to learn what to fight for, who to fight with

What to leave behind and who to stand beside with

Who to vibe with, who to ride for