Native Backseat Crew
From winter to summer the climates like costumes.
We paint them depending on spirit.
With calmness we push on revealing the boldness
we’ve disguised with 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.
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.
Remember the late nights?
We both watched the same lines unfold in the light.
