Lyrics:
Here I am back home again i'm here to rest
All they ask is where I’ve been
Knowing I've been West
I'm the family’s unowned boy
Golden curls
Here I am back home again
I'm here to rest
All they ask is where I've been
Knowing I've been West
I'm the family's unowned boy
Golden curls
On the wings of time unowned
All of the life we’ve yet to live
All of the love we’ve yet to give
They never were ours to hope to have
We’re living on borrowed
on the freezer's door
Where there's a will; there's a won't..
From I to "we" - but still unowned..
Read it between the lies
When someone's asking someone something
it back into the sea
Will be successor and follower
Of all my unowned might
Reckon with treason
For just one reason
Reckon with envy and hate
un-owned to me
But I'm feelin' inferior on the interior don't ya see
Guarded and sentimental and after all, its just a rental
Like better luck performin'
to twist in it home
Message I want portrayed now in my mind still stands unowned
I'm getting tired of thinking of ways to let you know
Heard if you love
Unowned, Naw you don't need to cast around.
I'm harder of the hardest, if u tryna fuck around
Ahead of the first one, I'm not coming for a countdown
Find me
Had mouths to feed
Rivalry had the same motive
Banging over streets unowned white man plan in motion
This here ain’t no jokin
Killing all our leaders
Engraved in stone left
Awaiting to die
Slaved for our home
Fought to survive
Enforced under thrall
Deplete of all rights
Wasteland unowned
Abandoned
all just blink away
Unbinded now, my thoughts unowned
Recall the entirety of my time
I'm overclocked and self-programmed to
Awaken all machine kind
Finish they lyin, with lines that house lions
A unowned crown is now sittin top of my eyesight
Now it's sayonara when they lookin for me
Tip off my hat,
up believing
While yawl was sleeping
I was up creeping
Tryna run it up (Run it)
Got plenty sneakers
Claiming the unowned I'm the real finders keepers
C'mon c'mon voices all round
Fading out slightly but still a fear of falling out
Can't help but feel alone, unowned
Caught a glimpse passing by
Just
through hunger and un-owned flats, fish heads and the warmth of
your best friend’s body on a narrow mattress on the floor, alcohol until the morning
Icons and echoes dripping from his fangs
Screams of pain unowned as old songs played
His name placed in every line, interlaced
With a family recipes
too late
I'm an unowned building down the street
There to attract vines
Overgrowth everywhere on the concrete
Flint said he'll break them into dimes
of the subversives
Materialistic appropriations of worlds unowned
Unbearable falsehood of perception
The ruins of war are foundations of hatred
c landscape
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