Campo

It's alright by me if I let you go
We've done it thousands of times
It's just like Georgia to Maine, five months alone
Lookin' down at your feet

Pick it up
I'll pick it up

I'm partially for this, yeah, I'll do it to you
Tell me please it's a sign, to carry on
Sequoias hide me from you, leaving nothing inside
Except for one hundred days and nights

I'll pick it up

You seem so torn on this
You would again
It's what you're working towards
So do it (so do it)
So do it (ah)
You seem so torn on this
You would again
It's what you're working towards
So do it (so do it)
So do it (ah)

If it were up to me, Id probably make you go
Just so you know how I feel (ah)
Your mouth is runnin' (ah)
You better hurry (hurry)

Pick it up
Oh, pick it up
Spit it out
Oh, spit it out

These are the reasons we speak up

You seem so torn on this
You would again
It's what you're working towards
So do it (so do it)
So do it (ah)