Lyrics:
the next day
So when I started making music
It was something in between
People didn't get what I was doing
Saying it's too country for pop and too pop
Turn It Off
Turn it off I don’t wanna see the television
Everybody desperate for recognition
I need to get some air if I can find the door
Enough
on
Roll your blunt and get much higher
I just need my room, real talk who's there for an empaths doom
No thank you say less
I navigate with chains in my
and the radio waves pause
Yet, something still feels off
I'm a living paradox
We're all finite, so I can't speak for too long
You've got ghosts to go see,
And I
It seems like yesterday
But it was long ago
Janey was lovely, she was the queen of my nights
There in the darkness with the radio playing low,
lose my place
Something about it all just seems so lost and real
Like an old radio song
when the world ends
And you're by my side
I hope you can see it
and a stillness hangs on her wall
Broken by the sound of the faint footfalls
As the last orderly moves slowly into the night
[Bridge]
And a song that she used
dance to that sexy radio show
Our hips locked tight
Your neck sweating glow
All sweet night, we'd cook
Supper slow
And oh by the way
You left
as a burden, 'cause I'm by the books earning
Mum wants me back at church, but I don't think that I'm worth it
I feel like we can't escape, from the trap
But
surgeon
Not your average person
Cause this cash I'm earning
Got me riding dirty like the mastered
Version of my tracks with cursing
The illest cat for
Every day, the same day
It never changes
I hump the nine to five
I do what I do just to get by
I'm always fiending for a new life
Tonight's
Mama please don't go
Won't you stay here for one more day
I've been your boy for so long now
There's so much I still have to say
Sky rips open,
resorts to jargon
Scribbled like a suicide note
Like I'll stop
I show the beauty by a profile shot
Freeze, don't fret for the truth
Cause I'll pray till I
And it’s hard to have big dreams but it’s
Hard to let those dreams die out, too
Remembering when you were a kid
And you thought by now you’d figure out,
a full moon tonight
All power in the waves
We livin in this convo
Brain juice for days
We racin down the highway
Open bottle by the pool
“What’s next
just don't know what to do
I want your sweet sweet love, got a sugar rush
First time that we touched we had Nirvana on the radio
But we've been just
chasing me for blocks
Seen the homie on the street
So I passed the axe to Madrox
I took the axe
What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?
It's all
keep me a rod
Ye
Chop with the 7.62s and a couple of nines
Lord, I'm not a killer so why is murder on my mind
I'm feeling like something demonic is
So I thought that I might drop by
And maybe give her some flowers
And tell her she is the queen of the sky
Yeah
All right, all wrong
This ain't
and kept it moving
Section 8 , Free lunch line, that’s the movement
Jt Money told me let it go
Inspired by the A, they told me let it snow
One time for
Breaking all of the rules that would bend
I began to find myself searching
Searching for shelter again and again
Against the wind
A little something against
Must've been living under a rock
Must've not left the house for a couple of years
All the telephones, TVs, radios off
Put a blindfold on, cotton
It seems like yesterday
But it was long ago
Janey was lovely she was the queen of my nights
There in the darkness with the radio playing low
it’s dark outside
Cause there really ain’t nothing to see
I kinda wish I had a radio to take my mind off you
I got my hands on the wheel of something
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