Goddamn, I am biding my time Stealing watches off of the wrist Tried to eat an oil painting But I couldn't choke down the whole canvas
Hard to handle, thoughts dismantle Trade them out for cash money Time to buy bills, bills to buy time But at least I make a worried mind sleep
I'm losing time
This shit is made of traded love So nothing sides with traded love All-knowing hand, I've had enough All-knowing hand, you never stop
As the days went on, the walls grew tighter As the cuckoo clucked with urgency Grandfather, I'm like a gunshot But I smash them both so I could not see
The counter shines across the kitchen All the keys in bowls about the towel A beam of light shone through the window And it made a mess of sun-dyed, oh
So I always know
This shit is made of traded love So nothing sides with traded love All-knowing hand, I've had enough All-knowing hand, you never stopTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
