Lyrics:
the end of time
And sing her every love-struck melody
And I grow my beard and I grow my hair
They keep me warm in this winter air
Along with my old Carhartt
aren’t losing, we are growing, growing
Verse 2:
I call on the Lord, I’ve been called by the Lord
Christ is my everything, give my all to the Lord
Me
t believe that you re gone
I really miss your arms around me to keep me warm
I hate myself for ever doing you wrong
I need you here in my life
And maybe
Just a lil bit drunk
Just enough to watch time, go by
Slower than us, opening up, soaking it in
Need to balance out the weed
And mix some vodka and gin
thankful for them Ws but them L's done really made me wise
Shout out to you all who by my side and down to ride
Ladies stop chasing love, just chill you
right
Try not to panic, its all gonna end well
Time tells oh well, see you in hell
I had it coming interfering with the unknown
Keep it together wrote
a trip to Mars, glow in the dark,
In the age of the plane I'm gonna go by car...
Run the red light, cower in the flashlight...
No time's enough to hid from
I overthink everything you know
It's just the way that I am
I wish I could pay less attention to the
World around me today
Keep getting older
It's kinda hard for me to sleep
Insomnia or all the overthinking in my dreams
I wish the world was better yeah I wish that it was sweet
But nah
These
up don't take up my blinding glasses
Question,boom!
So show me the things you've inspired by
Question,boom!
Or swallow your fist and cry!
I
my thoughts with a pink-ish hue
So I took my leave and fluttered out the front door
Took with me, pajamas, from times of before
I held you close, close
there's one man in the whole world that's above law
Hey bailiff take those handcuffs off
Gotta get him out of here by Christmas
Who calls the cops on Santa
of rhyme
In other words, until the end of time
I'm gonna stay right here by your side
And do my best to keep you satisfied
Nothing in the world could drive
triple whatever figure they tell, then add tax
They always give me credit for the real raps
Well if this real, then what you call that
In this world full
I'll introduce you to my other family.
They came from Mars tonight,
To watch the human race go by.
Try to make you see,
[There's a future here for
sell me something?
Salesman, salesman,
Why don't you sell me something
Now I got a box in hand
Aand I'm gonna travel that land
I'm a salesman for hire
I just wanna make it so ma family don’t cry
They can see it in me from the depths of ma eye
And I know that I can do it I just gotta try
But what’s
I was pissed at the world, why did they keep hurtin' me
Over and over, I'm like someone they can't see
Confused about all the shit that has past
I
sometimes all you need is some love
To get by, to get by, to be alright even when the world is off it's axis
It's Sunday and you just wanted to enjoy
sell me something?
Salesman, salesman,
Why don't you sell me something
Now I got a box in hand
Aand I'm gonna travel that land
I'm a salesman for hire
through the thick
You can tell by the way my braids hanging
Hell keeps on raising
Starve like raisin
All of my people thats stuck in those places
I got
keep me silent
Never see me run from the sirens nah nah
Pressure forms diamonds
So imma cruise through the sky like a pilot
Too many lives cut short by
you're begging
Then borrow
From the losers
Coz losers rule the World
God blessed him
As a Son of a Gun
Only looking out for Numero one
A deadbeat,
that's why it's funny
Cuz not about the money, but the honors I receive
From friends complimenting on me lucky to be me
Almost couldn't breathe, let me
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