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Wlkn Twrds D Fye

 

Wlkn Twrds D Fye

(álbum: Floating While Dreaming II - 2021)


Walking
Towards the fire
My bones are tired, oh
Walking
Towards the fire
My bones are tired, oh
Walking
Towards the fire
My bones are tired, oh
Walking
Towards the fire
My bones are tired, oh

Blame it on the time I never spend
Blame it on on the goose, or hen
The juice or the gin
Blame it on anything except me
Slippery the slope lemme lace both skis
Blame it on the meeting, I was in
Blame it on the time I had to binge
I was focused on the rent
Blame it on anything except me
Playing with the fire
Hope it don't catch me

Walking
Towards the fire
My bones are tired, oh
Walking
Towards the fire
My bones are tired, oh
Walking
Towards the fire
My bones are tired, oh
Walking
Towards the fire
My bones are tired, oh

How many times do I gotta show signs
It's no limit 'til they call it masterpiece
How many days I lose sleep
Before I get a plaque
Cavity, caveat to the shit I speak
I been laying low-key
Baritone
Sitting at home
On a California king
Silk sheets
Meeting in bedroom
But how I make the bread zoom to me?
Can you tell me
I guess I was worse off
Thinking that a label
Actually would differ cost
I shoulda known better
When looking at my idols
Reach they peak
Then retreat cause they stalled they release
(How fucked up)
When you got talent
You still need luck
And when you got they ears you still need love
Success don't mean that I ain't ya friend
But blame it on my work I ain't pick up
Them dates, like the strains
Getting mixed up
It was yo birthday
I'm sorry I ain't post nun
But I had to do my taxes
For the folks come
Blame It on the times I went broke for em

Walking
Towards the fire
My bones are tired, oh
Walking
Towards the fire
My bones are tired, oh

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