Lyrics

Call it in Ain't yourself Don't forget to put the salt on the shelf Not for long Or maybe too late Call my number i'm your real estate A moment came Where I got lost Caught me playing simple games of toss All alone in the void Taking pictures of my favourite toys Taking pictures of my favourite toys Shaking skin I start to fall Are we bored Or should we go to the mall A man watched me Through my little black screen Holding voices that he'll never see The angels came And then they went So convincеd that we were hеll bent So burn it all And say it's too late Maybe I should get some real estate Maybe I should get some real estate Call it in Ain't yourself Don't forget to put the salt on the shelf Not for long Or maybe too late Call my number I'm your real estate A moment came Where I got lost Caught me playing simple games of toss All alone in the void Taking pictures of my favourite toys Taking pictures of my favourite toys Taking pictures
Writer(s): Lutalo Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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