Lyrics:
view come into your doom
Where am I, I'm at home
Surrounded by robots all alone
They've come to get me, kill me
Eat me, deep inside my sleep
Looking
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Written by: Chris Simpson, Joseph Page, Lisa Rau
DON'T BE AFRAID, COME DOWN ONE AND ALL.
OUR PROMISES, THEY RING THROUGH SACRED
Sometimes wish I could have the old thing back
Although I know that you ain't good for me
Now we can't rewind where we been
Some things I wish I could take
When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone
When everything you have ever wanted is finally done with
When all of your nightmares are for
inhale
No telling where we might go
Ride slow even if it’s in my hood
All good as long as the lights off
Good night if it end with a backwood
Black hood in
gone Make it through the storm, think before you cross
Cause This is where, Kingsroad meets Victory Blvd
Shit get ugly on Victory Blvd
It’ll make you,
of shit that ain't for your children, nah
They all have something they want to say
And everybody lost on their way
And these things, and these rings, on my
go
Modesty has claimed me
Well fuck it let me break free of my slavery
Has the world gone crazy
Or have we always been obsessed with the end
They say
That's where I'm from everyday I got a gun that'll kill
The shits real
I'm hoping that you feeling me sipping on some Hennessy focused on my enemies (where
Is breaker to the gates fleerer where bare souther east mell there Children’s steveriously stares there, because kids not able to get to rest slyer
(Time)
Why cant I live a different life?
Why did I have to go cheat on my dear wife?
Well now she wants a divorce and my own children don't love me
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
"Eighteen"-well it wasn't about you
But it could've been-well, no, it couldn't have
I spent a week in Ocean City
And came back to find you were gone
I spent a week
a decision where do you stand
I somewhere in the world
Somewhere in the world some nigga making a mean face
While making a meme wasting time he could have
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
What you running from? (Yeah)
What you running from? (Yeah)
What you running from now... yeah
Maybe my pastor struck a nerve... by calling me out,
The cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
My
Star Kist
'Member when I started, all about the art then
Music made with left brain, heart, limbs, too afraid to charge them
Gone is the novice, 23 in my
knockin at my front door
Some guy in a shirt and tie
Is it homacide or FBI
Does he have a warrant for Joseph Foreman?
Oh your a moreman?
(chorus)
It
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
have been long gone,
Born into this world as just one,
But to me she seems the most spiritual,
Cus her mum and dad have always been metaphysical,
But
I sometimes wonder why
All the flowers have to die
I dream about you and now
Summer's come and gone
And the nights they seem so long
Come on over
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