
Date of issue: 15.10.2015
Song language: English
Lungs |
Out of this shit, I don’t know |
I leave the space for the answer to go |
I was split, from the pain |
When I parts from laying my head full of mines |
Give me your empathy, give it to something deserving |
Where are you, where are you, who are you holding |
I don’t read science but I see what’s meant |
I don’t have money I gave you the rent |
And I don’t recall the places I’ve been |
But I still have lungs for the golden Virgina |
I am a throt if you are a fake |
But when I was common I made you shake |
So where are you now, who are you holding |
who are you holding |
Solo |
Out of this shit, I don’t know |
I leave the space for the answer to go |
I was split, from the shame |
I was unnervingly simple to break |
I bet he — has no need for measure for stress medication |
Where are you, where are you, who are you holding |
I don’t read science but I see what’s meant |
I don’t have money I gave you the rent |
And I don’t recall the places I’ve been |
You said I’ve lungs for the golden Virgina |
I’m still a throt, if you’re still a fake |
But when i was common i made us shake |
Where are you now, who are you holding, |
who are you holding, who are you holding |
Solo |
I don’t read science but I see what’s meant |
I don’t have money I gave you the rent |
I don’t recall the places we’ll be |
I still have lungs for the golden Virgina |
You’ll be a throt, and I’ll be a fake |
But when i was common i made you shake |
Where are you now, who are you holding |
who are you holding, who are you holding |
End solo |