Charlotte Culture Party - Prison's Son Lyrics

I really need this night and talking over
How does it feel to be a four leaf clover
A feeding tube inside a concrete boulder
Til freedom come

You feel it creeping, rolling off your shoulder
Got all the sheep to puff and roll your woes up
Been sleeping deeper cause you just don't know of
The prison's son

I ain't waiting right now
There's always faith in my house
I hate facing truth it's keeping me down
Pepper's spice on my tongue
Holding smoke in my lung
Breathing deeper keeps me close to the sound

A reeling cheater's on the road he's wanted
A billion dollars stolen, hotel haunted
Head hits the pillow, til the morning flaunting
To prison's son

Matador!
I can't help but feeling awful sore

I ain't waiting right now
There's always faith in my house
I hate facing truth it's keeping me down
Pepper's spice on my tongue
Holding smoke in my lung
Breathing deeper keeps me close to the sound