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Ay, yuh, ay, uh, ay, yuh, ay, yuh, Ay, yuh, ay. Phone still ring, rather hang rope high. Walk on the line, no catch, just might. Thoughts only wish that I lived sublime. Now with drugs, no high, every day, all the Goddamn time. I don't want help, bitch, I'm doing alright. Meddling at night with a Swisher And a knife. Contemplating suicide, all of these Thoughts in the back of my mental, now right In my sight. The flames burning bright, all my Sorrows disgraced by the edge of my knife. Smoking, burning indo out the window, lungs are Hurting. Just another vermin cursing birds with Stomach turning. You seen enough to know that what You're doing isn't working. Only pushing like the Blade, the pain is flooding, thirst smirking. Never was I first and haven't been since second, Nowadays I'm just a burden. Get gash, smoke gas, repeat, revert. I don't know, I just wanna go. Been searching for a reason, but it's broke and Shattered like my bones. From riding off a cliff Inside the river, think I won't. I'm empty and alone. Hoes only love what you Have in motion, but soon as all the waves Crash, shout it's like coasting. Couldn't happen then, but now it, I'm always Soaking. Hiding from myself in this state, it ain't Bullshit. Why you only love me when I'm up? I'm too fucked up off these drugs, give me Love. I need someone, pick me up off the Rug. I need your touch, why did you give It up? wishing you would get me out this Rut. But I know I'm too far gone to Be enough. And I know I'm too long gone To be the one. So I smoke and drink And beat myself 'til I'm numb. Like why you only love me when I'm up? I'm too fucked up off these drugs, give me Love. I need someone, pick me up off the Rug. I need your touch, why did you give It up? wishing you would get me out this Rut. But I know I'm too far gone to Be enough. And I know I'm too long gone To be the one. So I smoke and drink And beat myself 'til I'm numb. Like fuck, what? What you ain't know I'm a fuck up? I was down real bad, then I got real Up. I was on real gas, only smoke real Buds. I was chasing real cash, you was chasing Loose stuff. I was never happy with my path, You were real stuck. I remember laughing with my Mans, now he tilled dust. And I still get happy when I think about The little stuff. Rest in peace, bruh, I miss Ya. Like how you gon' leave me here all Alone in my room? Think about you shedding tears On the phone with your ma, catching up over The years. I wonder if you lookin' down and Smile at what you see me at. I'm in my head again. Wishing I was dead so I could be with All my friends and I could see 'em one More game before I gotta let 'em rest. I really ain't got nothing left besides some words To help me vent all those tears that I Wept. Now I miss you to death, like lost a Lot of people, so I gotta live my best Life. Staring late night with a knife pressed Against my palm. Wondering if you can even hear Me when I fucking cry. I'm alright, no, I Lied, no, I guess I'm not fine. On the day we cut ties, I died a Little inside. Now I'm all on my own, miss You here by my side. Fuck. Why you only love me when I'm up? I'm too fucked up off these drugs, give me Love. I need someone, pick me up off the Rug. I need your why did you give it Up? I'm wishing you would get me out this Rut. But I know I'm too far gone to Be enough. And I know I'm too long gone To be the one. So I smoke and drink And beat myself 'til I'm numb. Like why you only love me when I'm up? I'm too fucked up off these drugs, give me Love. I need someone, pick me up off the Rug. I need your why did you give it Up? wishing you would get me out this rut. But I know I'm too far gone to be Enough. And I know I'm too long gone to Be the one. So I smoke and drink and Beat myself 'til I'm numb. Like
chipbagov, Big Melancholy, BTD SPECTRE — Walk From The Light
«Walk From The Light» — chipbagov, Big Melancholy, BTD SPECTRE. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:37. Жанр — Рок.
