Thunder's inside, thunder's outside Deeply inside there blue (blue-oo-oo) Thunder's inside, thunder's outside What am I supposed to do? (do-oo-oo)
Bad idea comes it hardly choked Oh please my Lord, stop that noise I'm a paranoid, turns me cold (oh)
I wanted to talk about Christian Dior But you tryna make me so fucking serious Now I wanna get outta this atmosphere I didn't feel nothing, why it feels so weird?
Who's the guy behind the thunderstorm? I can hear your sound, it was not my choice Every single night I always talk with ghost I keep writing down like Girl Interrupted
Can't stop this thunder You make me feel surrender I can't feel freedom Am I blaming you? I guess it's fun
Turn off that light for me Leave me to feel grief I'm sick of being chosen one But I can't stop this thunder Turn off that light for me Leave me to feel grief I'm sick of being chosen one But I can't stop this thunder
Thunder's inside, thunder's outside Deeply inside there blue (blue-oo-oo) Thunder's inside, thunder's outside What am I supposed to do? (do-oo-oo)
Forgot what was my motivation I don't deserve to go inside your church God, you are so awful, look at that Sean (He is good, everything alright)
Don't wanna talk about way too serious But lightning on my head makes me furious Already felt this, no choice, need to carry on Don't think this like other kids who pretending lonely
Like other sad songs, fuck those bitches Who act like fake tough I'm the realest, this elevator Here's empty, heading to thunder
Can't stop this thunder You make me feel, surrender I can't feel freedom Am I blaming you? I guess it's fun
Turn off that light for me Leave me to feel grief I'm sick of being chosen one But I can't stop this thunder Turn off that light for me Leave me to feel grief I'm sick of being chosen one But I can't stop this thunder
I'm so confused about blessing what you gave me I can't tell it's a benefit, It's too fucking strict (uh) I'm not sure about this testing My weakness shining like a Versace You make me god damn creep (uh) My chalice filled with grief, they can't see what's in this They think it filled with greed, they make me fucking freak I don't know, maybe they right Shit, I can't deny (oh)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
