Lyrics

When the morning comes and when the mourning's done Will the morning birds sound like mourning doves Does I turn to dust? Must I learn to trust? If the the brush is lovely enough, ya must Sweep me up, sweep me up, sweep me up like dust Treat me like a man not a mountain of crumbs Don't need to stick around just to broom back to bust Strong enough to sit calm to become the one I love Feel like Jacob when they see me in my shoes See me in the news, nothing's new, how r u Feel like I might catch fear for the ladder Jacob feels the feels And wrestles angel, power, or god, or Father figure figure figure figure figured it out No doubt I'm out of bounds, how bout that How bout that I'm in the clouds, I'm forever napping Heaven's a place, nothing ever happens Envy shows his face and runs away laughing Put laugh track in place of all my rapping Can only find placements for my tracks at gap kids They clicked the link by accident Here's the password to my Macbook If I pass away, pass out my artwork I don't want to end up like Arthur Damn, but I might (I might) Please roll down my window just a little I just need some air, I swear, February so cold Demons in the shadows watching from the stop lights Run right through those stop signs Fuck that doubt in your mind I'm really glad to see ya Red door, 4 seater (yeah) Bumpin' Fugees in your speakers Surround sound like a theater (yeah) I'm in love with your features Plus my momma wanna meet ya I'm fiending for your love You're my plug, you're my dealer
Writer(s): Jacob Lazovick, Orion Sun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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