Riding through the PNW
Blowing on tree in the whip, got a blunt or two?
You can hit the dm to tell me when you coming through
Trynna find where we at?
Find us in the PNW
Land of the trees and the rainfall
Stumptown, no beans just leaves for our brain fog
End of the trail like napalm
No snow, but I hate august
I swear the fall is flawless
Community college got us all apologizing
Watching horizons
Waiting for something to rise in
Tongue biting
Done crying
Grabbing clouds out the sky
Through the pine, and some fine wine
Don't wanna play sides, but the west got the best tides
F*ck with the wave, get sent back to mountain time
Stuck in a grave, made of retired finds
Windy beaches
Too many features
Take it in, I'll drop a pin
W
Come for the scene
Stay for the green
Stay for the green
This ain't a dream
Welcome to PNW
Flower city
Free the titty
Peace committee
Hit the dissy
Get me dizzy
Hope they miss me
Free the missing
Post rain, glistening
And if you listening close you can hear the dissonance
Turnt up contrast ever since November hit
I still remember when that would just mean when the winter hit
But a resident cross the land claiming heaven sent
Men should benefit from presidents inside they pocket
So they get desperate women to stand next to them
For profit
I think our silver spoon was slotted
Feeling like we polka dotted
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Riding through the PNW
Blowing on tree in the whip, got a blunt or two?
You can hit the dm to tell me when you coming through
Trynna find where we at?
Find us in the PNW
Land of the trees and the rainfall
Stumptown, no beans just leaves for our brain fog
End of the trail like napalm
No snow, but I hate august
I swear the fall is flawless
Community college got us all apologizing
Watching horizons
Waiting for something to rise in
Tongue biting
Done crying
Grabbing clouds out the sky
Through the pine, and some fine wine
Don't wanna play sides, but the west got the best tides
F*ck with the wave, get sent back to mountain time
Stuck in a grave, made of retired finds
Windy beaches
Too many features
Take it in, I'll drop a pin
W
Come for the scene
Stay for the green
Stay for the green
This ain't a dream
Welcome to PNW
Flower city
Free the titty
Peace committee
Hit the dissy
Get me dizzy
Hope they miss me
Free the missing
Post rain, glistening
And if you listening close you can hear the dissonance
Turnt up contrast ever since November hit
I still remember when that would just mean when the winter hit
But a resident cross the land claiming heaven sent
Men should benefit from presidents inside they pocket
So they get desperate women to stand next to them
For profit
I think our silver spoon was slotted
Feeling like we polka dotted
Blowing on tree in the whip, got a blunt or two?
You can hit the dm to tell me when you coming through
Trynna find where we at?
Find us in the PNW
Land of the trees and the rainfall
Stumptown, no beans just leaves for our brain fog
End of the trail like napalm
No snow, but I hate august
I swear the fall is flawless
Community college got us all apologizing
Watching horizons
Waiting for something to rise in
Tongue biting
Done crying
Grabbing clouds out the sky
Through the pine, and some fine wine
Don't wanna play sides, but the west got the best tides
F*ck with the wave, get sent back to mountain time
Stuck in a grave, made of retired finds
Windy beaches
Too many features
Take it in, I'll drop a pin
W
Come for the scene
Stay for the green
Stay for the green
This ain't a dream
Welcome to PNW
Flower city
Free the titty
Peace committee
Hit the dissy
Get me dizzy
Hope they miss me
Free the missing
Post rain, glistening
And if you listening close you can hear the dissonance
Turnt up contrast ever since November hit
I still remember when that would just mean when the winter hit
But a resident cross the land claiming heaven sent
Men should benefit from presidents inside they pocket
So they get desperate women to stand next to them
For profit
I think our silver spoon was slotted
Feeling like we polka dotted
Writer: Austin Sillett
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