Lyrics

Oh oh coming through, looking at what they say to you Oh oh spitting truth, looking at what they say to you Looking at what they do to you, assessing what they mean to you Oh oh news to you, looking at what they say to you Looking at what they do to you, assessing what they mean to you Oh oh follow through, looking at what they say to you, Looking at what they do to you, assessing what they mean to you Yeah Fuck fuck Broken F f f fresh out the door with all these thoughts in my head Fresh with this metaphor that drapes your bed Point the finger at me? Point the finger at me? There's three pointing back at you I'm falling behind Second place is all you've ever be It's all you'll ever be Oh oh breaking through, looking at what they say to you Looking at what they do to you, assessing what they mean to you Oh oh spitting truth, looking at what they say to you Looking at what they do to you, assessing what they mean to you Oh oh news to you, looking at what they say to you Looking at what they do to you, assessing what they mean to you Oh oh follow through, looking at what they say to you Looking at what they do to you, assessing what they mean to you Everywhere to roam, break this broken home Nowhere else to go, break this broken home Growing slow this is stunted sorrow Point the finger at me there's three pointing back at you Back at you There's three pointing back at you Second place is all you'll ever be
Writer(s): Jack Flynn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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