Your Voice / Bethel, NY testo
Jaden Smith
Testo
I was starstruck, across from the Starbucks
Sit on the curb, got some new Chucks
But I still don't got a check
Your voice plays in my head when I'm in my bed
When I'm not feeling confident
I hear it again
My hand's on your leg
I'm grindin' gears until the end (Grandma went to Woodstock)
I'm rollin' Backwood in the back of the whip now
I'm drivin' and swervin' now (Save your tears for us in seven years)
(You're mine, all mine)
At least now I know what I been feelin' (You're mine, all mine)
Girl I ain't mad at this, none of it is real
(Grandma went to Woodstock)
There's no need to reinvent the wheel (No, oh, oh)
The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you
Your voice plays in my head
When I'm in bed
When I'm not feeling confident
I hear it again
My hand's on your leg
I'm grinding gears until the end
Grandma went to Woodstock
Grandma went to Woodstock
Grandma went to Woodstock
Grandma went to Woodstock
Your voice plays in my head when I'm in my bed
When I'm not feeling confident
I hear it again
My hand's on your leg
I'm grindin' gears until the end (Grandma went to Woodstock)
Oh, ooh-woah, oh, ooh-woah (Grandma went to Woodstock)
[?] (Grandma went to Woodstock)
Need me a [?]
She's in a relationship
Don't be a [?] by the fence
[?] friends
[?]
[?]
Baby, I love you, goodbye (Bye)
I thought we run out in paradise
It's sad at the end, I'm surprised (Surprised)
I swear LaLa Land, always makes me cry
Rosé, a bucket of ice
Then I put one up to the rest of our lives
I'm alone on my sunset
Havin' way too much fun for me to go home
It's the kite by the trumpet
I look at the funeral though, on my phone
The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you
The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you
The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you
The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you
The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you
There was a boy in the city
There was a girl, she was pretty alone
The playground [?] got dizzy
But then the girl got so busy that she cut him off by mistake
He had to walk through the pain
He went missing
Lucy and me on the trampoline, kissin' on [?] all over again
But girl, you'll always be more than a friend
Sit on the curb, got some new Chucks
But I still don't got a check
Your voice plays in my head when I'm in my bed
When I'm not feeling confident
I hear it again
My hand's on your leg
I'm grindin' gears until the end (Grandma went to Woodstock)
I'm rollin' Backwood in the back of the whip now
I'm drivin' and swervin' now (Save your tears for us in seven years)
(You're mine, all mine)
At least now I know what I been feelin' (You're mine, all mine)
Girl I ain't mad at this, none of it is real
(Grandma went to Woodstock)
There's no need to reinvent the wheel (No, oh, oh)
The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you
Your voice plays in my head
When I'm in bed
When I'm not feeling confident
I hear it again
My hand's on your leg
I'm grinding gears until the end
Grandma went to Woodstock
Grandma went to Woodstock
Grandma went to Woodstock
Grandma went to Woodstock
Your voice plays in my head when I'm in my bed
When I'm not feeling confident
I hear it again
My hand's on your leg
I'm grindin' gears until the end (Grandma went to Woodstock)
Oh, ooh-woah, oh, ooh-woah (Grandma went to Woodstock)
[?] (Grandma went to Woodstock)
Need me a [?]
She's in a relationship
Don't be a [?] by the fence
[?] friends
[?]
[?]
Baby, I love you, goodbye (Bye)
I thought we run out in paradise
It's sad at the end, I'm surprised (Surprised)
I swear LaLa Land, always makes me cry
Rosé, a bucket of ice
Then I put one up to the rest of our lives
I'm alone on my sunset
Havin' way too much fun for me to go home
It's the kite by the trumpet
I look at the funeral though, on my phone
The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you
The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you
The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you
The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you
The boy's up in the hills with this guitar
Singin' about you
There was a boy in the city
There was a girl, she was pretty alone
The playground [?] got dizzy
But then the girl got so busy that she cut him off by mistake
He had to walk through the pain
He went missing
Lucy and me on the trampoline, kissin' on [?] all over again
But girl, you'll always be more than a friend