Lyrics
something makes me run from nothing, fucked up more than once and, cleanin' off my slate before i run again, you couldn't call me a saint, you'll have to call me a sinner, comitting bigger, than 21 saying "winner winner chicken dinner,", i can't get civil, filled with evil, evil, travels in messages from owls and eagles, no flowers so freedom, yeah, i've done wrong, i've fucked up, can't take it back but i gotta face it with my fucking hands up, her hate attack is tangable, gimme one good reason i shouldn't walk on out that door, and count that cash that could be caught without your walk upon my chest, i'm not, here, not givin' up some love is like a gun in my waistline, safety off, got nowhere to be so i make everything take time, everything remains fine, everyone runnin down their pre determined paths, while i make my own, exploration around the world, flown, to another destination, another girl, never been that shiver down your little ass spine, always been that plane of kush and a glass from the best vine, it's 5 am, and she knows
Song details
Artist: aer