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Rotten Luck
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Rotten Luck foi lançado em 11 de dezembro de 2020 por High Focus Records como parte do álbum The Land of the Foggy Skies
11 de dezembro de 2020
SeloHigh Focus Records
IdiomaEnglish
BPM92
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia

Letra

I got dust from space in my lungs
I got love and hate on my tongue
Tryna find my way on the run
On the run
Yo, look
I felt I was made of fiberglass
Got up and felt quite bizarre
See we're fragile by nature
Sign of our inner demons intervening
Hit like we can't think of meaning in anything we're doing
But we're tryna drift through and look for the brighter moments
Heart was wide open when I started to trust
Piling up the pressure like we can't combust
Self-sacrifice without the knowledge of it
Spat my drink out, shit I spilled a lot of knowledge
I'm nodding off and drifting away, missing for days
I'll call you when I need something
Which from you would be never, that's a foolish endeavour
I was scooped from the heavens in a dump truck
Jumped in the back and then stuck both my thumbs up
The tires went
I was headed back to earth on that funky ride again
I got dust from space in my lungs
I got love and hate on my tongue
Tryna find my way on the run
While everybody fighting for scraps like there's not enough
Don't get yours, they say it's rotten luck
Dropping excuses, nah that is not enough
Don't get yours, they say it's rotten luck
Dropping excuses, nah that is not enough
It was looking like hell
Looking like help wasn't coming so I helped myself
Smoke from the ears, shit I must have blown a fuse or two
On an IV like four in Roman numerals
In the bed looking like a bag of lunch meat
Needle shots in my arm feeling like a junkie
The other heads looking fucked and they leave
To smoke outside while hooked up to machines
I flee with the urgency
Scenes are disturbing me
Open heart without the surgery when they heard me speak
Turning beef into candlelit meals for two
Well, I'm a nice guy, what the fuck should I do?
It's like learning to walk again
Relearn, fresh start and now we're born again
Got 'em swinging to the symphony we orchestrate
Felt like I was done with it until I got the call again
I got dust from space in my lungs
I got love and hate on my tongue
Tryna find my way on the run
While everybody fighting for scraps like there's not enough
Don't get yours, they say it's rotten luck
Dropping excuses, nah that is not enough
Don't get yours, they say it's rotten luck
Dropping excuses, nah that is not enough
Written by: Thomas Conning, William Leigh
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