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Dropout Kings
Dropout Kings
Interprète
Nick Sampson
Nick Sampson
Autre instrument
Rob Sebastian
Rob Sebastian
Autre instrument
Staig Flynn
Staig Flynn
Autre instrument
Trevor Norgren
Trevor Norgren
Autre instrument
Chucky Guzman
Chucky Guzman
Autre instrument
Adam Ramey
Adam Ramey
Voix principales
Gábor Tóth
Gábor Tóth
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Nick Sampson
Nick Sampson
Paroles/Composition
Rob Sebastian
Rob Sebastian
Paroles/Composition
Staig Flynn
Staig Flynn
Paroles/Composition
Trevor Norgren
Trevor Norgren
Paroles/Composition
Chucky Guzman
Chucky Guzman
Paroles/Composition
Adam Ramey
Adam Ramey
Paroles/Composition
William Lauderdale
William Lauderdale
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Nick Sampson
Nick Sampson
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Walkin' on that line Best be watchin' ya step Tryin' to be Evil Knievel See, you flirtin' with death Guess you're broken, or you're made On the mantel of pain Either way, things won't be the same Either way, man I'm thinkin' 'bout breakin' the chains Might tear shit up It don't have to complain I said let me refrain But I'm already stained In the blood of the enemies Who have mentioned my name Shatter worlds like apocalypse Tell me though Who the fuck could be stoppin' us Government's watchin' us Cyclops pyramid poppin' up So, check the vibe Peep the frequency Inside the ashes Exactly where we need to be Down I'm so sick of my flaws Sick of starin' at the wall Wondering if it's all my fault I know I need to take back, take back my life Put a little hustle back in my eye What's mine is mine, what's mine is mine I've made some mistakes And I've made my amends Our visions differ as of one Have been seen through a lens Yet, if you plan to attend where I've been Hopin' I break, and I end Fuck you, and I hope to offend See, I befriend the lowlife's The scum, the scavengers Pickin' scabs off scars That they've earned in ravages These secret passages For a society of savages Indulging in maniacal madness Flamin', rainin' growth pains Overcast my path again Killin' me softly like passive pathogens Still I persist, still I resist The temptation Of facin' the self in a mirror Who's not blazin' I'm aching, and sore But soaring is my dream By any means, I will proceed with these deeds No dead beat I'm live like crisis news Give a fuck if you like me, imma light the fuse I'm so sick of my flaws Sick of starin' at the wall Wondering if it's all my fault I know I need to take back, take back my life Put a little hustle back in my eye What's mine is mine, what's mine is mine Sick as a dog, sick of my flaws I scratch and claw Sick as a dog, sick of my flaws I scratch and claw Struggle and fall I dropped the ball, I hit the wall I'm so sick of my flaws Sick of starin' at the wall Wondering if it's all my fault I know I need to take back, take back my life Put a little hustle back in my eye What's mine is mine, what's mine is mine Sick as a dog, sick of my flaws I scratch and claw Struggle and fall, I dropped the ball I hit the wall Take back, take back my life Put a little hustle back in my eye What's mine is mine, what's mine is mine
Writer(s): Adam Lee Ramey, Phil Druyor, Gabor Toth, Robert Nathaniel Sebastian, Trevor Luke Norgren, Francisco Guzman, William Edward Lauderdale Iii, Staig Aron Flynn, Nick Sampson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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