Lyrics:
Young rich programmer
Lift weights brogrammer
Young rich programmer
Lift weights brogrammer
Pull up in a Tesla somehow I'm still using gas
Middle
the spread
Don't think with your hands, use head
London markings like brick red
These guys lie, their lies like friend
Being their friends, I would dread
(She held my hand last night)
I can never tell
What she's thinking
If we'll be hot or cold
When we're drinking
Been crushin' so hard
I must be crazy
to the cause
No deep state lies
I have seen the elephant
Held its trunk in my hands
I think I'm ready, November
I think I'm gonna need a bullhorn
no-one knows if we'll be there at all
The art passes into the programmer's hands
Tomorrow, machines will service themselves
The glazier, the bellfounder,
And very long story short after producing these songs and with the album in hand, just like I did with the Kickstarter. I emailed hundreds of radio
whether you want to be
A doctor or lawyer
A designer, a musician, video-game
Programmer, a lighting guy
A manager … how many people want
To contribute
Didn't think that it would be so bad
Should've never kissed you
Should've never held your hand
Gotta find a way to let these feelings go
What did I do
into place
I'm on the throne, stop holding on and just be held
Just be held, just be held
Lift your hands, lift your eyes
In the storm is where
I take the break where it is, cousin
Cadence fuckin' Weapon
Eight step programmer
Listen
Sleepers, hand them a pillow
Black hand like Gavrilo
into place
I'm on the throne, stop holding on and just be held
Just be held, just be held
Lift your hands, lift your eyes
In the storm is where
never told you that
I cared about you
Didn't think that it would be so bad
Should've never kissed you
Should've never held your hand
Gotta find a way
There's somewhere i've wanted to go to go
When nothing i have is to keep or to show
When i held your hand
When i held your hand
When i held your hand
creatures I held off on unleashing
Peep it
Ill harmonic soul symphonic chronic rhymes and it's kinda hypnotic
God, it has got to be time that
I spent writing
I've seen the other side the afterlife only wants peace before you go pray your hands ain't dirty
Purely rectified you got support holding you up do
your hands of it
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
Because you can't own it.
You never held it at the right angle,
You never held it
your hands in the air
Palms together
Hands held in prayer
Forehead to the ground
Oh great spirit
She's all around
Now you're heading north
Your moving
do we go from here
She held me in her hands while I kissed her mouth
She held me in her hands while I kissed her mouth
She held me in her hands
an iron hand
But somehow too much love come in the way
There's the chair that held the man
That held the girl that held the hand
That wore the ring
bit closer, closer
It's a just a state of mind
She held my hand (She sees through me)
She held my hand (This is not like me)
She held my hand (We can be
You tell me that you're leavin'
You say that time will slow the bleedin'
Of this heart that I've placed into your hands
I held it out to you
Now
your bed
And I don't feel good
And you don't care how
I threw up twice now
I'm gonna pass out
I held your hand above my head as we walked on down
For He was born to us this day
And the mother held the Saviour
In her hands
And the mother held the Saviour
In her hands
Lamb of God who laid His life
plans on me, started tracking me
Face ID on me, white programmers so they don't see it's me
Got fans on me, IG story, you know where I be
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