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Abhi The Nomad

House Of Clocks

 

House Of Clocks

(альбом: Modern Trash - 2019)


(Oh shit)

I don't pray when I see pain babe
They say open up your mind
Although I know that people change I
I won't let it waste my time
On God
On love
On my mama, what's up?
We've got a long way to go
But I won't let it waste my time

I can't save anyone, life is such a scuffle
Even the good ones gone, RIP Mac and Hussle
Or I see people tussle, lock stock and barrel bussing
Hoppin out McLarens dumping dollars while they parents struggle
We are contaminated, bad look for us we can never meet an alien
Plastic inside the ocean, absent when comes to voting
I don't have no devotion baby

Cause God ain't gonna fix it
He would've done it by now
With all our bad decisions
We probably run his ass out and that's why

I don't pray when I see pain babe
They say open up your mind
Although I know that people change I
I won't let it waste my time
On God
On love
On my mama, what's up?
We've got a long way to go
But I won't let it waste my time

This life's a one and done
Unless you reincarnate
I hope that when I go, I don't come back to carnage
That one percent been heartless, this movement barely started
The folks that down right now gone be the ones to pass out pardons
We are the revolution, need momentum Gaia getting tired of the humans
Let me just play the cynic, look who you're tryna mimic
And ask yourself why you feel sick from all the shit they spinning

Cause God ain't gonna fix it
He would've done it by now
With all our bad decisions
We probably run his ass out and that's why

I don't pray when I see pain babe
They say open up your mind
Although I know that people change I
I won't let it waste my time
On God
On love
On my mama, what's up?
We've got a long way to go
But I won't let it waste my time

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