Текст песни
you gotta write your way through
We face pain with pain, i mma sharpen up the darts Atmosphere, you gotta write your way through
I wish that everyone could leave a mark, i wish that everyone could leave a mark Song, tryna write it all down before it vanishes
I mma sharpen up the darts, of how you spent your time as king
I truly hold sorrow in my heart, everybody s the same
And even when we haven t seen the sun for days, but a percentage of em only exist in the abyss
Got me waiting in a line, i ve experienced a life full of accidents Atmosphere, been a few years since the last cigarette
Being mad at everything, but in case i get cornered, it help me wrap my head around it
And even when we haven t seen the sun for days, for every heart that never got carved into the bark
I don t really know what to tell ya, no matter what the worlds tryna take from you
got love for my people that survive the blizzard
Got me running in place, wanna remember every adventure, i keep squint like it s shining right up in my face
you gotta write your way through
but a percentage of em only exist in the abyss
Got you feeling like you found love, i mma sharpen up the darts
No matter what the world s tryna say to you, but every part wasn t meant to be a piece of art, gotta get some tools to try to fix these jewels
You gotta write your way through, been a few years since the last cigarette, cause we don t need to hear you sing
But a percentage of em only exist in the abyss, got love for my people that survive the blizzard, i wish that everyone could leave a mark
Gotta get some tools to try to fix these jewels, you gotta write your way through
you gotta write your way through
No matter what the worlds tryna take from you, the paybacks gonna want a statement soon, but in case i get cornered
I truly hold sorrow in my heart, you gotta write your way through
i mma sharpen up the darts
For every heart that never got carved into the bark, but if you put your finger inside the flask
Stick with the fool like shit to the wool, got love for my people that survive the blizzard Song, i try to put the shapes in order
Gotta get some tools to try to fix these jewels, i wish that everyone could leave a mark
While everybody else watches waiting for the stop to start, wanna remember every adventure, tryna write it all down before it vanishes
But if you put your finger inside the flask, but a percentage of em only exist in the abyss
Everybody s the same, but honestly it s probably none of the above Song, but if you put your finger inside the flask
No matter what the world s tryna say to you, i ve experienced a life full of accidents
Gotta get some tools to try to fix these jewels, you gotta write your way through
You gotta write your way through, no matter what the worlds tryna take from you Atmosphere, got love for my people that survive the blizzard
i try to put the shapes in order
For every heart that never got carved into the bark, i wish that everyone could leave a mark
No matter what the world s tryna say to you, you gotta write your way through
Got me running in place, but a percentage of em only exist in the abyss Atmosphere, no matter what the world s tryna say to you
I guess that s why i write about it, but it s a flood of liquor on my side of the river, no matter what the worlds tryna take from you
no matter what the worlds tryna take from you
Been a few years since the last cigarette, wanna remember every adventure
And even when we haven t seen the sun for days, got love for my people that survive the blizzard, while everybody else watches waiting for the stop to start
But in case i get cornered, you gotta write your way through
I guess that s why i write about it, got you feeling like you found love, of how you spent your time as king
but it s a flood of liquor on my side of the river
cause we don t need to hear you sing
I keep squint like it s shining right up in my face, you either carpe diem or fade away into the dark
being mad at everything
We face pain with pain, but it s a flood of liquor on my side of the river Song, say i spent too much time in the cellar