Lyrics TONIGHT - Golden Vessel, Cult Shφtta

TONIGHT

Flying past my own youth
Sober past my bedtime
I would chip my own tooth
Tumble down a full flight
Fastened by your own fuse
Solo past your curfew
Sold down till my shelf life
No laces on your new shoes
When you move so slow weighted
Heavy you were gold plated
Young and yet so outdated
Maybe I might make it up tonight
Maybe I might make it up tonight
Maybe I might make it up tonight
Old
Never been a fan of being sober
No
Monkeyin' around that’s mojo-jojo
Oh, guess that’s why the bands the run away
I still got the jam up on my face like I’m 10 years old
Mum still on my back like Hodor
My girl, she wanna a like ring Mordor
Man I draw 4
You know I’m a wildcard, yeah
I still got a wild heart
Feelin' so geriatric
Turn to Ash, need to catch 'em
How’d time get away?
How’d time get away?