歌詞

Bright lights right up on my face Too many eyes, relocate Home look like we doctors now But no patience we don't wait Cannot trust the ones around I been pickin' em outta state Pickin' up lemons life hand out Bite that apple, skin that snake Pour some water on me (every day) Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste) Pour some water on me (every day) Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste) Pour some water on me (every day) Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste) Pour some water on me (every day) Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste) Back and forth like see Saw what I became and they came and they came for me I throw money at it it's the same, ain't no make believe But it do fill the vacancies, cinnamon she roll bakery Little man keep your head up this world's never been the place to be Bad ones quote me faithfully, while tryna cheat their family tree Fan of me, or a fan of whatever they think I'll be Safe to say, we ain't saving much, sure ain't saving me Now Bright lights right up on my face Too many eyes, relocate Home look like we doctors now But no patience we don't wait Cannot trust the ones around I been pickin' em outta state Pickin' up lemons life hand out Bite that apple, skin that snake Pour some water on me (every day) Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste) Pour some water on me (every day) Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste) Pour some water on me (every day) Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste) Pour some water on me (every day) Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste) Up and down like the bridges I burned When I learned they were letting in thieves Save some fire for the leeches waiting 'til I sleep in Hoping they can feast I feel the weight of falling right under my feet The fruit that's now in reach, bittersweet when it's all you ever eat Bright lights right up on my face Too many eyes, relocate Home look like we doctors now But no patience we don't wait Cannot trust the ones around I been pickin' em outta state Pickin' up lemons life hand out Bite that apple, skin that snake Pour some water on me (every day) Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste) Pour some water on me (every day) Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste) Pour some water on me (every day) Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste) Pour some water on me (every day) Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Writer(s): Derek W Hurd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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