Small town living gets old when you've got big dreams Feels like you can only think as far as you can see 18, tatted up, tryna sell weed Knowing I'd take the fall for the whole team Wasn't tryna hear it every time that you told me It's the sound of the rain coming down when you fall asleep It's a call from a friend that you love but never get to see All the time you can waste tryna chase what you'll never need Hope you come back around to simple things How's it been four, five years since I got down on my knees? And how could I forget the sweet smell Of the honeysuckles in the breeze? Would've never thought tryna chase this dream Would give me nightmares, now I get no sleep Nowadays, seems like the only thing that calms me It's the sound of the rain coming down when you fall asleep It's a call from a friend that you love but never get to see All the time you can waste tryna chase what you'll never need Always comes back around to simple things Like a song that you know from the past coming on When you need it so bad Like a drink in your glass at the end of the day That you needed to have Yeah, I try and still sometimes I mess it up Lately, I been asking myself, "What's enough?" It's the sound of the rain coming down when you fall asleep It's a call from a friend that you love but never get to see All the time you can waste tryna chase what you'll never need Always comes back around to simple things Simple things