[Hook]

Something makes me run from nothing
Fucked up more than once and
Cleanin’ off my slate before I run again

[Verse 1: Carter]

You couldn’t call me a saint, you’ll have to call me a sinner
Comitting bigger, than 21 saying “winner winner chicken dinner,”
I can’t get civil, filled with evil, evil
Travels in messages from owls and eagles
No flowers so freedom, yeah
I’ve done wrong, I’ve fucked up
Can’t take it back but I gotta face it with my fucking hands up
Her hate attack is tangable
Gimme one good reason I shouldn’t walk on out that door
And count that cash that could be caught without your walk upon my chest
I’m not, here

[Verse 2: Carter]

Not givin’ up some love is like a gun in my waistline
Safety off, got nowhere to be so I make everything take time
Everything remains fine, everyone runnin down their pre determined paths while I make my own, exploration around the world
Flown, to another destination, another girl
Never been that shiver down your little ass spine
Always been that plane of kush and a glass from the best vine

(Bridge)

It’s 5 AM
And she knows

Aer

The “Fresh Aer Movement” was young, chill guys who enjoyed to make music and didn’t care what people think. Music will make you want to sit back and smoke some kush. Vibes of Cali and the East Coast. No longer together as a band.