Lyrics:
I got a lot of uni work piling on my floor
Haven't changed the clothes I've worn
Spots of blood speckle my sheets like stars
Cosmic harbingers
me
in a worn out spot in central new jersey
i dont wanna be unkind, i hope i never have to
i dont wanna lose my light, i hope i never have to
i hope i
on beats when I'm bored
All these clothes, I already worn
Middy in, out the spot like porn
Right before your eyes
Absent
Empire
Stand up on your own two feet
Breathing
Bleeding
Somewhere in the lies
Worn out
Function
Spot the poison in
An empty room, chill in the air
There are a few clues
Showing who isn't there
All of those spots worn out by my stare
Salt crystals from dried tears
gets mangled in the pins
I am that spot that gets worn off in the end
I am that plot that gets mangled in the pins
I am that spot that gets caught up
Mama, won’t you help me find the light
See I thought I hid it safe inside of the night
But the X that marked the spot has worn with age
And all
In my closet
A spot is worn from hours and hours upon my knees
I step inside
The quiet's like a doorway to a world of peace
One thing I don't
to spot my worn body.
I'll be floating out at sea.
Belly up, all I see are birds flying free
this shit on lock, lock
Made that you ain't in my spot
You worn out like old socks
While I stay cookin', crock pots
Hands to the ceiling, no lames
Good
She's on the spot with the worn-out scent
Ready to take the shot being so absent
Encouraged by the man with a weird accent
To take the shot that he
in pain
Cause you stained
My Yellow Hoodie
Foggy Day
Look away
As I'm passing by
That old cafe
People rush
Leaving me untouched
My hoodies too worn in
Here outside this liquor store again
This half drank flask my only friend
For now at least clock says it's ten past seven
Groove I've worn by sitting
alone tryna win it all
With a face so worn out, it's easy to spot out the crowd
But I'm so bound to being crowned that I'm going for the next round
Fuck
the very graves I've come to haze
and he marks the plot
my final resting spot
with a weathered worn rock
and I'm below it thinking
No stone sacred
this
I have no business knowing about record players
They were out of vogue before I was playing Truth or Dare
But you know that spot, where the record's
your eyes, my eyes
It matched our eyes
Green, the loveliest of green,
The things you would have seen
Baby shoes, never worn
Kitchen curtains, never torn
Why don't you love me like you used to do?
How come you treat me like a worn out shoe?
My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue
So why
a DJ
Who used to move the crowd
Now the groove is all worn out
I can't get no play
She's something like a DJ
I'm so in love with the way you
I was trained in Arizona
In a secret desert camp
Where we did night manoeuvres
Without a lighted lamp
I've got an old worn Trilby hat
That
Drowning in darkness dissolving in light
Too worn to move
Too anxious to rest
I spot all my failures
And miss all the rest
I'm overwhelmed in a crowd
Yea
I know that you can
Work work work
I know that you can
Work work worn
So baby you should come my way
Cuz I know that you can work it
Verse
Who let
has worn
i got a six pack, big ship no deck kid
who couldn't write when he sung
he took a mic in his hand like a prick on a rope and waited there
'til it's well-worn
And you can't forget what you've done
Don't worry you're making a living
It's not like you do it for fun
You can try and try and try
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