Testo Thinking Clean - Blood Orange

Thinking Clean

I was thirteen thinking clean, what for
Hardly on
Couldn't see in front of me
Novel
Hide my face
What if everything was taken from beneath
I don't want to be here anymore
One hundred and eighty six, miles per
(H)our time, flows
And I hide up in the seams, what for
Dumb reasons
What if everything was taken from beneath
I don't want to be here anymore