Like in a season of the old me
It seems to be that I'm seasoned
Now that the lake's in place
And now it's on and now it's on
I wouldn't trade my place
Once it's on you're never wanna turn it off anymore
And now it's on and now it's on
I wouldn't trade my place
To be weathered and withering
Once it's on you're never wanna turn it off anymore
I got no reason
Where the dead sea is to be
Like in a season of the old me
To be weathered and withering
Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore
Bust the lock off the front door
To be in a season of the old me
I got no reason
Where the sea is to be
To be in a season of the old me
And now it's on and now it's on
Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore
It seems that I'm seasoned
Light the light on the front porch
Light the light on the front porch
Bust the lock off the front door
And now it's on and now it's on
