[Verse 1] Fidget in the front seat Ash on the ripped-up jeans Plans in a plastic bag Dreams in the in-between Laughing at the landlord’s text Unpaid months on read Head full of Nobel speeches Couch full of crumbs and dread [Chorus] This that stigmatic stoner vision of greatness Ink on my fingers Halo of vapors Reckless beats rolling Heart on the faders Saying “one day One day” Like it’s already famous Stigmatic stoner vision of greatness [Verse 2] Burnt spoon on the windowsill Not ours But we keep the fear Posters peeling off the wall Faces we pretend are near Talking like we own the year On a milk-crate throne Too wired to sit Turn the volume up on the future Till the doubt can’t hear it [Chorus] This that stigmatic stoner vision of greatness Ink on my fingers Halo of vapors Reckless beats rolling Heart on the faders Saying “one day One day” Like it’s already famous Stigmatic stoner vision of greatness
