Stools
Wyatt Goodrich
(Verse)
The weed in my car we blow
Walk 'round with nothing to show
She's perfect but she don't know
The places that we used to go
Pick me up from school ten minutes too late
This time I don't care, this time I can't wait
To spend time with you, talk about something real
Then you say his name, and I got nothing to feel
