Small town living gets old
when you've got big dreams
Feels like you can only think
as far as you can see
Eighteen 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
Comin' 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
Woulda 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
Comin' 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 comin' 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
Comin' 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