SARROW

Bands bands catching, bands bands catching Bands bands catching Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, yeah We don't pick our views Pick or choose and I think you're losing Battle the deep end thinking that I'm cruising Out for 95 and I'm out You need a new balance Buy new ounce Quarter amount Sit on the couch Drinking mamosa I Been on my sofa I think that I told you I'm gone She leave me on read, she's dead Got five minutes to get to there instead I think that I'm gonna be laying back in bed With my eyes red, never gonna turn the TV on I'm feeling no pawn when Im laying in the dawn When the dust settle on the fade, never run away Gotta go where they hypnotize that's a tidal wave Better want a new wave to come and destroy em New days for your sorrow She'll be back tomorrow New days for your sorrow She'll be back tomorrow New days for your sorrow She'll be back tomorrow New days for your sorrow I'll be back tomorrow Rose in the line, think that I'm blind And I'm co-signing with codeine on my mind I stand by my money, what you stand these bitches I think I know the difference and it's all lame So wanna switch the lane, rearrange your fame Fuck with you and you ain't game Attention like Charlie Pruf I'm hitting Babe Ruths out of stadium I rock the Palladium Out of century, out the hustle Out of the boat that you been fitting in Living in different vivid images That you were never fitting into the view They wanna deal but it's not an interlude Fucking and choose I never live in that life You were an option all night You wanna fact, but we fucking tonight Living at mine, you wanna decline What a business, I guess it's my sign Run away, what are the tide You wanna live new minds You wanna go Paris, living in Venice Not in Detroit and I aint talking about Memphis Gotta go down, gotta drown no amount Living a life with no bank account Tears start errupt, I've been interupting Bankrupt, you on pavement You ain't getting payment You wanna get back with a layman I think that you getting graved down to the grave Wanna go sin for days Singing a bag with a shade Section like we aint been 8 Wanna go back for the play New days for your sorrow She'll be back tomorrow New days for your sorrow She'll be back tomorrow New days for your sorrow She'll be back tomorrow New days for your sorrow New days, new days for you Four months awaken and you think that I'm taking all these moments that I would hate to recline I'm declining everything I'm packing in mine But I feel like you never got attention And I've been losing, abusing everything that I'm losing But I ain't been with trust Get me lust one more time And I'm never gonna get shot Living my head, till I'm full of rot And I decline, give me that mind I would never tell you I would be back And I think that im bragging You've been on my mind, out of my mental I think I'll never grab pencils again Live it or rip it again Let me go sentence Ill say it again Tell me where I went because I won't win We living lies because we ain't friends