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Walk 'Til I can't feel my feet, I'm stuck Inhale, exhale, I'm in the breeze, yeah Catch me if you can I got the moon in my greedy little hands I make the sun come out Party in my head, the disco ball will pop Runnin' for my life, I make the stars come up Smashin' in the sides, I make the clouds erupt Sittin' in my room the karma's catching up Spinnin' in the womb my momma's bastards son More I can't decide I'm stuck in the light More I can't decide Frozen in the sun In the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun Nobody looking at me Body headless, what's it called when you see through a smile I'm so sick of making fake witcha My bad religion makes it way sicker Jesus piece believe in me I don't need anything from anyone around me I'm for the cause of dancing on cop cars Jumping off the roof and landing on pop stars I'm all scars, bruises and all parts Made it out the grave now look at this boy walk Runnin' for my life, I make the stars come up Smashin' in the sides, I make the clouds erupt Sittin' in my room the karma's catching up Spinnin' in the womb my momma's bastards son Runnin' for my life, I make the stars come up Smashin' in the sides, I make the clouds erupt Sittin' in my room the karma's catching up Spinnin' in the womb my momma's bastards son More I can't decide Frozen in the sun In the sun, in the sun
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Michael Gordon, David Sanders, Matthew Benthall, Jesse Shuster, Wyatt Bernard, Austin Corona Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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