Better Views (Ft. Alexander Luck)

Open up the light in the hall, step to the door
Hold my speculation
Kick it up the road for a smoke, and better views
I was thinking maybe I'd go, and take to the shore
I've had no thoughts of maybe
Saving every dime for a look, at better views

I guess I could be riding my luck
I swear he said that he don't mind
But they might ask a few, and size you up just like they do
I wish I could not give a fuck
And let go as weeks fly by, and leave us as we were
Sobered up and out of tune

I live down from you
And I'll find my angle
But I swear that I can't handle, and I don't know what I'm doing