Stick to the Script
It's hard to be grass roots grown
I feel like a puppy chasing its bone
I can't escape my front yard, chilling with the gnomes
The fence is too high so I'm all alone
And there's puppies in my head
Puppies in my head
They're out chasing cars
But I'm in my front yard
Yeah I need a new car
One with a working windshield wiper
To wipe off the rain
Swish swish, wipe off the pain
Of digging deep to figure out how to escape this hole
Gotta go somewhere where the sky isn't black from the coal
But I can't shake this feeling, I'm where I'm meant to be
At home with my friends chilling with my family
And things will only change if I'm a good boy
Then maybe one day I'll get my squeaky toy
It's hard to be grass roots grown
I feel like a loser forever unknown
Can't stay, can't leave, but I just gotta roam
No playing dead, the ball has been thrown
And there's puppies in my head
Puppies in my head
They're out chasing cars
But I'm in my front yard
Writer/s: Noah Gillispie
