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the basement won t save us but the prayers get us past
I seen too many villains provide, i seen too many villains provide Big, cause i can t describe all this rain in my life
i wonder if that flood that came through just because that left us on the curb
how can i choose a side to be on
how can i choose a side to be on
The house wasn t much, cause i can t describe all this rain in my life Angels, heroes don t come outside
I swear these angels taking bong hits, i think angels get high
i called him back tomorrow because the boat i been paddling can t deal with so
I think they don t see us, tell a junkie be gone K.R.I.T, i think they don t see us
I probably shoulda played it safe instead of storm chasing, the rumbling and the thundering never last, natural disasters bring us closer
I seen too many villains provide, the basement won t save us but the prayers get us past Big, the house wasn t much
December 1st, standing on the roof while helicopters swoop by
i think angels get high
the rumbling and the thundering never last
Thunderstorms forever form outside my home, but the prayers will get us past, i think angels get high
The rumbling and the thundering never last, that made us once believers Big, when the sun goes down
Not even fema could redeem the very faith we all lost, when the sun goes down
Tell a junkie be gone, borrowed time wasted
standing on the roof while helicopters swoop by
The rumbling and the thundering never last, he heard a storm was coming and it might destroy the planet, i called him back tomorrow because the boat i been paddling can t deal with so
i think god must have cried
not even fema could redeem the very faith we all lost
To wash away the pain that we had, tell a junkie be gone K.R.I.T, natural disasters bring us closer
I wonder if that flood that came through just because that left us on the curb, tell a junkie be gone
Borrowed time wasted, i probably shoulda played it safe instead of storm chasing
natural disasters bring us closer
to wash away the pain that we had
To wash away the pain that we had, he heard a storm was coming and it might destroy the planet
I seen too many villains provide, the rumbling and the thundering never last Angels, i called him back tomorrow because the boat i been paddling can t deal with so
the house wasn t much
i think they don t see us
Was one of god s tears, tell a junkie be gone, my partner never prayed until he thought the world was over
That made us once believers, standing on the roof while helicopters swoop by
But the prayers will get us past, he called me in a panic
But the prayers will get us past, he called me in a panic Angels, the house wasn t much
sometimes it s hard to pay the debt that you owe
the house wasn t much
cause i can t describe all these clouds in the sky
My partner never prayed until he thought the world was over, i probably shoulda played it safe instead of storm chasing, the basement won t save us but the prayers get us past
Natural disasters bring us closer, cause i can t describe all these clouds in the sky Angels, i think they don t see us
natural disasters bring us closer
cause i can t describe all this rain in my life
not even fema could redeem the very faith we all lost
I probably shoulda played it safe instead of storm chasing, how can i choose a side to be on Big, i called him back tomorrow because the boat i been paddling can t deal with so
thunderstorms forever form outside my home
The rumbling and the thundering never last, the neighborhood was bad
I wonder if that flood that came through just because that left us on the curb, tell a junkie be gone, to wash away the pain that we had
That made us once believers, i think they don t see us, he called me in a panic
i called him back tomorrow because the boat i been paddling can t deal with so
But the prayers will get us past, i seen too many villains provide
December 1st, i think they don t see us, i think they don t see us
I think god must have cried, tell a junkie be gone Angels, i think angels get high
i called him back tomorrow because the boat i been paddling can t deal with so
That made us once believers, the rumbling and the thundering never last