South

I'm not on it today You promised you'd save me your side of the bed She's tired, I'm dead Fled 9 hearts Got battle scars to get to you I won't wonder what she's yet to do I said i'll be late and Next to walk the dime, Not fall in line But tables turn and fables talk to me more than the ends do these days Wont you come round my dear? There's only one way down Don't do runway, textbook, or flatline Just caught up in some next hook Shit, back down South I'm not on it today You promised you'd save me your side of the bed You lied and I bled We're tired I'd move mars to get to you Work wonders, break them fast, we do I said I'll be late and Probably next to walk the dime Not fall in line with you each way I still got time for you I get reminded these days There's only one way down here Don't you run away, ma Don't do runway, or text book, or flatline Just breeze round to the next hook And I'm back down South It's that time again Ah, shit Back down south, it's that - I'm not on it today You promised you'd save me your side of the bed She's tired and I'm dead I only asked you get me through Won't wonder what she's yet to do I said I'll be late and walk the dime Not fall in line with you No more lines with you these days I wash my hands of it Still cop a gram round these ways But what's a bens do these days? A little more than my friends do, these days I don't do runway, or textbook, or flatline Just breeze round to the next hook It's that time Don't do runway, or textbook Go flatline Just breeze round to the next hook It's that time