Текст песни
Same old street but the view got curious.
I learned real quick who was real for the ride when the money got low and the doors went wide.
We don't talk big,
We remember numbers: who disappeared when the winter got colder,
Now they see black cars rolling past.
It's funny how distance makes old friends ask.
I keep my plans in a locked-up drawer,
Not that every dog needs to reach the floor.
He talks about power, I watch how he spends,
I learned real quick who was real for the ride when the money got low and the doors went wide.
We don't talk big,
We remember numbers: who disappeared when the winter got colder,
Now they see black cars rolling past.
It's funny how distance makes old friends ask.
I keep my plans in a locked-up drawer,
Not that every dog needs to reach the floor.
He talks about power, I watch how he spends,