Lyrics:
with who I am?
Is it something I don't understand?
I see the girl you picked over me
I can't deny, she's awfully pretty
And it makes me wonder why you
get another brew
No hello, no please, no thank you
Another day, awfully polite
I'm waiting, is the end in sight?
One day I'll stop falling
And then
You're awfully depressed
But don't show it
If my hands could carry
The pain that we bury
But we could go to mars
Colour my heart with yours
You're a work
And the shows we've played
It's safe to say we were swayed
Yolks are at the ready
With the whiskey pouring steady
And a glass of red lemonade
We're awfully sorry
Don't talk me about no bad habits
On some bad shit like
That's my average
These back shots getting awfully rapid
Open up attachments
Of some fat tits
clothes off
Strip it like a shopping mall that's awfully small resembling a corner
Store, that's where I get my stuff
I'm not cheap but to be honest I keep
invisibility
And ain't no stopping me until I die
I feel like John Henry
And if you spitting off the beat
Or awfully
Exscuse me
I take this seriously so my
Banking that the teacher probably thinking that I probably drew
Probably true, thinking that I'm awfully cool
I'm trying to get me some Monopoly loot
been that long? I told her awfully
Was it all for me?
I done gave you all I had you was all for it
I could do with my half cause I'm selfless
Wonder
head of mine
I was born for the living I oftenly give em
More than the raw but I'm lost in the system
Lord on the rest so awfully pissed off
Call me god
I can't recall the name
I barely caught a glimpse today
In bed I can't get over you
Ay
I can be so
Awfully afraid
You say to me
I can't be seen
I
wasted telling lies
I guess, some things never change
But I'm feeling awfully strange now
Punch me in the arm and tell me everything will be okay
Let's
Me too
Five o' clock is going to come awfully early
Five o' clock?
Yeah, we don't get started by then we won't get home tomorrow night until after
awfully crowded
Still I put my music on the web so y'all can talk about it
I gotta talk about it
They gon' talk about it
been?
I've tried to die without you right here by my side
I so badly needed a friend
I said
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings babe
And I'm awfully sorry
But now there is less din - herds seem awfully thin
But what a sight
Those mammoths, our hearts stir
Watching them march past
Strong and tall, one
ain't sacred just pretending
I can't focus I got shitty habits
Instead of working I'm probably jackin'
Off the walls I'm on my toes and gaspin'
Awfully
out some garbage in the conscious it was awfully timid
Going up in progress but so often I wouldn't listen
Hear the advice, give attention
Mind is
carving
From being awfully dirty
I been tossing and turnin
They all talk about murder
Letting off with the burner
What an often occurence
Get my coffin
Of a self fulfilling prophecy, I don't fuckin' wanna be
So pick your jaw up off the fuckin' floor, when you talk to me
Awfully enough I can't explain shit
Well I know a girl
And it'd mean the world
If she wanted to be close to me
She's smart and she's witty
And she's quite awfully pretty
All things that
tomorrow
Ay
I want to see (See)
What's it like to live in Paris (Oh)
Awfully high off the sweeties
This calls for a road-trip to the Indies
Cause I've been
Self-made, I never hated, but you got me jaded
I see the hate and it's looking awfully complicated
19, I didn't scream with my mom when he died
I had
alright, I guess I'll just die
There are roots growing under my bed
Strange things go off in my mind
I keep rising from the dead
But these days are awfully
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