Can't be silent No more violence Too much traffic Color schemes Inside my head It's automatic Counting blessings on the side Rolled out the carpet Yeah I've been moving slow But up the sixth gear started Six years rolling weed Inside of three apartments Wish I wasn't judged But boy, no wonder If you wander So much inside your mind Still thinking way too blind For this Red pill blue pill Gonna need another wonder Getting cold I'll get myself another summer No through time You won't be getting any dumber Might just miss the way I felt While being younger So I won't lose my time Can't really make it longer I'll start to see What else I can be When I'm feeling free