Jaden Smith - Your Voice / Bethel, NY Lyrics

I was star struck
I caught you in a Starbucks
Sittin' on a curb, got some new Chucks
But I still don't got a truck

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)
I'm smoking some purp in the back of the whip
Driving and swerving (save your tears for us inside the hills)
(You're mine, all mine)
At least now I know what I been feeling
(You're mine, all mine)
Girl, I ain't mad 'cause none of it is real (grandma went to Woodstock)
There's no need to reinvent the wheel

Boy is up in the hills with his guitar singing 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

Baby, I love you, but bye
I thought we'd run out in paradise
You're sad at the end, no surprise
I swear that that line always makes me cry
Rose, a bucket of ice
Then I put one up to the rest of our lives
I'm alone on my sunset
Having 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

A boy is up in the hills with his guitar singing about you
A boy is up in the hills with his guitar singing about you
A boy is up in the hills with his guitar singing about you
A boy is up in the hills with his guitar singing about you
A boy is up in the hills with his guitar singing about you