Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song rosier/punk2, artist - brakence. Date of issue: 30.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
rosier/punk2 |
| Now there’s too many people that I have done wrong |
| And that I owe my thanks to for sticking along with me |
| Along for me |
| (One, two, three, and) |
| Think I’m dreamin' |
| This isn’t real |
| 'Cause you leave in a month |
| And I’m fiending for something to feel |
| When you hold me |
| Know you know me down to my core |
| This is the calm before the storm |
| You diverted attention away when I mentioned that someone else gon' need you |
| more |
| Now there’s too many people that I have done wrong |
| And that I owe my thanks to for sticking along with me |
| Along with me |
| (Oh, oh) |
| (Who are you?) |
| And I fell apart in that bed |
| What we built isn’t me |
| Won’t put it back together again |
| He didn’t answer me |
| I can’t take back what I said |
| I just look through those messages |
| I left on read |
| Oh, and I took you to rosier |
| 'Cause I thought we could cope |
| We got out on the ocean |
| I fell out my boat |
| And you calmed me back down |
| And you gave me some hope |
| And I tossed that away for a seratone |
| Now there’s too many people that I have done wrong |
| And that I owe my thanks to for sticking along with me |
| Along with me |
| (Oh, oh) |
| No commitments |
| I’m going to hell, you’re going to heaven |
| It doesn’t negate our holy connection |
| And next time I fly too close to the sun |
| I’m not gonna run, this shit was for fun |
| (Fifty, fifty, fifty) |
| I left home now I’m fucked up |
| Realized how much I loved you |
| Whole God damn life, been a suck-up |
| Now I’m just tryna get my luck up |
| All the pain went when you kissed me |
| We were ten toes up, now I’m six feet down |
| Moved on, you don’t need me now |
| Now I gotta figure me out |
| Uh! |
| Brakence |
| No, I gotta figure me out, oh-ooh, yeah, uh |
| Bitch, I’m up next |
| Fuckboy ain’t a threat |
| Put a price on my head |
| Won’t sell my soul for a check |
| That’s on God, that’s on sound |
| You won’t ever see me 'round |
| I’ll be cookin' up some shit that’ll probably get me out this town |
| So far, are these visual things the only effect you find? |