Golden Fences
[Hook: Bedrooms]
Got a cuban and a chainlink
I’m building golden fences ‘round my daydreams
A sea of open books, watch the waves crease
Share my inner machinations and get paid, sheesh

[Verse 1: Bedrooms]
Algorithms know me better than I know me
Opened up and I’m still feeling lonely
Looking at the broken pieces that I’m holding
Uploading so I can let the world see
I feel like I’m late and I’m early
The world keeps whirling, but I’ve been staying still
Divine timing’s got a weighted belt
I’m tryna stay chill
Patience is a work in progress for this guy
The sun-kissed mint-skies, the sundrеssed thick thighs
The lights dimmed down into undrеssed midnight
Is that the person that we truly are?
The things we try to hide and keep inside of the dark
The face we never show no one but ourselves looks different than the one we show everyone else
And post the deepest secrets just to make us fulfilled
We yell into the void and hope we’re making it real
The empty conversations and constantly contemplating
Then copy the conversations then we rinse and repeat
I think, therefore I am
Time to go and post it on my Instagram
[Hook: Bedrooms]
Got a cuban and a chainlink
I’m building golden fences ‘round my daydreams
A see of open books, watch the waves crease
Share my inner machinations and get paid, sheesh

[Verse 2: Zac Chase]
I had a private account and I made it public
If I’m gonna post it I’m behind it a hundred
And if it’s not a hundred then it’s for my close friends
Talked to Will Diamond the other day with a notepad
He reminded me it’s not about the volume
People in the lobby gonna get a first impression when it’s polished
New direction with my sonics
Three months passed, thank God I’m out of college
Imma be a rapper with my dumbass
Word to Tom Kenny, Roger Bumpass, and the whole cast
I’ve listened to three songs total today, all the same artist same project
I’m sober today, all the same consciousness talking
When lonely as heck my story looks like I’ve been popping
In over my head to think about stopping
Still rolling in bed writing down dreams
I down water like down stems of out-of-class teens
I’m thinking about things ‘til my mouth sings and brings thou to thy knees
My pen is doing high knees, I’m flexing
Little bit of timing is the most precious
If you’ve made it this far you get the message
I just made it this far and i ain’t even out of breath yet