All these small things they gather round me Gather round me Has the world gone mad Or is it me? Is it all so very bad? I can’t see Gather around me All in my mind I walked down Mayflower Road again

Stop don't stop don't stop Giving me things Laughing about it Stop don't stop don't stop I said Walk little walk Small talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street two streets I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings

Stop don't stop don't stop Giving me things Laughing about it Stop don't stop don't stop I said Walk little walk Small talk big thoughts Gonna tell them all just what I want That street two streets I see you and me Hanging on the empty swings

It feels like I'm finally free There's nothing else I need That nothing's out of reach When you're with me Then you spoke your truth with no secrets Told me, "use your heart while it's beating" When you're right here beside me Feels like I'm finally free

There was a boy, A very small enchated boy. They say he wandered very far, very far, Over land and sea. A little shy and sad of eye, But very wise was he. And then one day. One magic day he came my way. And as we spoke of many things,

I need my girl I keep feeling smaller and smaller Davy says that I look taller I can’t get my head around it I’m under the gun again I know I was the 45% of then I know I was a lot of things I am good, I am grounded Remember when you lost your shit and

(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Sometimes it's better to lie than say all the things I got on my mind Sometimes I wonder if I'm livin' my life waiting to die You can hate me, I don't mind And you could hate me, I don't mind Small dog in that big town Little dog in

It could be easy But small things make it so hard But you probably won’t believe me That’s why I smoke around Doggy style they see me on TV Trying had just to beat me She knows who I am plus my team is undefeated I am the man in my city if you wanna it I

And when she call me I might pick up I pull up on her, paint a picture I know you want me to be witcha But, baby I can't take no pictures She want Balmain, baby them is small things I'm balling, I might pull up when she calling No small change, walking

There was a boy, A very small enchated boy. They say he wandered very far, very far, Over land and sea. A little shy and sad of eye, But very wise was he. And then one day. One magic day he came my way. And as we spoke of many things,