I still need to go I don’t wanna feel slow I don’t need to learn what’s all known I don’t if you’re right I might be too tight I don’t wanna shred my words tonight
I bet that’s what you say to those new girls you’ve been showin’ off I bet that’s how you flash lights when I’ve been hiding in the dark From me from me from me From me from me from me
Awfully late for the race Delicate to the trace I’m feeling too tired to run your pace I don’t know if you’re all Quit takin’ your calls I can’t tell if I’m falling or not
I bet you just walk on coals once they’ve already cooled off I bet you just come act strong when I’m starting to break down To me to me to me To me to me to me
Oh master, a sinner, a picker of his words A liar, well hire he climbs up to his throne An ink pen a tablet, he likes the so absurd Oh master, a sinner, a picker of his words
I know what to say he tells me, tells me anyway He tells me what to say and calls it my way Oh it’s everyday it’s every night and everyway He tells me tells me what to say and calls it my day
I know what to say he tells me, tells me anyway He tells me what to say and calls it my way Oh it’s everyday it’s every night and everyway He tells me tells me what to say and calls it my dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
