Lyrics:
Mill worker houses lined up in a row,
Another southern Sunday morning blow
Beneath the steeple all the people have begun
Shakin' hands with
the rain,
Almost blinded by the sun.
I'm too awake for walkin',
But I'm much too tired to run.
I just want to let my feet sink,
Deep in my stompin'
years
By feeling so powerless, hate living here
I'm miserable
I'm miserable
Feeling tired and feeling numb
So depressed, so almost done
Have a lot
go yet
It's almost four in the morning
And the engine is roaring
Then came the rain and so we
Quickly went inside without any shame
Deep discussion
Fly of the codeine, I just almost died
Four in the morning
Dear dairy, i'm of the surp
I'm feeling unheard
Fucking pain in my words, its
I'm a big girl now, I fill big girl shoes
Don't get overwhelmed by your own abuse
Cause I do it to myself
Empty promises to ask for help
dealers get treated
Like star athletes let's go, ah
Griselda by Fashion Rebels
Ayo, in advisory board
I'm in the Porsche drop (Skrrt)
FNX on the lap, I
what ya'll say
These past months been so hard for me
My dreams are slippin' so far away
I wake up every morning hoping things are gon' get better
But
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through
Salvation lies within
Don't ask me what I did
When God made her he threw away the formula
Fell in love on a Sunday
By Monday morning I drifted away
All
posted my landing, oh
Wondering if the same old understanding, stands
I know you got work pretty early, I'll be around 'bout 3:30
Usually you done by
fatherless, almost friendless too
I'm motherless, fatherless, almost friendless too
It's Friday morning, going to Franklin Avenue
Shake shake mama, raise your
insecurities out on the lawn
Hoping they melt in the morning by dawn
Next week they'll be gone and further along Applying more pressure in every song
I wake in
biggest fan
This is Stan
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
Oh, I can't see at all
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels was
another time
I'D have missed your kiss forever and watched you walk on by
I'd have gotten up this morning, just another lonely fool
I could never live
Every single day at 4: 30 AM I wake up
I'm so angry at all the injustice
I donated cash by the hundreds
What's this? Oh, it's my new Ferrari
It's not
the morning comes
I aint folding once
She a bad thing
I can't hold my grudge
I can't see through the lights
Many Times we lost
Now we squashing
All the things
that's life
Early morning gotta catch that flight
And I'm gone
And I'm gone
And I'm gone
And I'm gone
And I'm gone
And I'm gone
And I'm gone
And I'm gone
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning, uh
Good morning
Yeah, Look
Darkness clouded over I mourn the light
Mourning sunrise
In my eyes, there's still
As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
But the master of the house is far away.
The horses
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