Текст песни
Crew wears all black stuff but we all act like we re so different, crew wears all black stuff but we all act like we re so different Champagne, never really can account for all the ways in which i ve acted
driving through the bay
Plus my living mama plus my other father who raised me not to be sad, i m crashing an apartment and somebody left it open, diminishing the venom that been harshing all my mellows i m continuing to fight
Verbalize the hurt inside make me wanna burn alive, plus my living mama plus my other father who raised me not to be sad
Against the sentiment that make me want to die, vacant kind of passion
to make me feel nothing
Plus my living mama plus my other father who raised me not to be sad, verbalize the hurt inside make me wanna burn alive
shit that we never really meant
While i ve been fucking sinning til the lights come up and mics catch us saying, yeah everybody seems fine Champagne, so i poured it in a cup
i ll be silent for a day
Plus the conscience of my dead dad, and my brother who says that he worries about me from my songs
Shit that we never really meant, to make me feel nothing
not trying to be combative but i m dealing with some dead weight
vacant kind of passion
to make me feel nothing
I m looking for something, and my brother who says that he worries about me from my songs Champagne, against the sentiment that make me want to die
Champagne in the kitchen not because i bought it but because, wait until i vanish and i m fighting for a break Champagne, i m looking for something
my heart was never broken it was circumcised
At minimum i d like a little medicine to make me feel like everything, my heart was never broken it was circumcised, i m looking for something
Everybody s waiting for the phone to ring, while i ve been fucking sinning til the lights come up and mics catch us saying
Vacant kind of passion, at minimum i d like a little medicine to make me feel like everything
i m looking for something
my heart was never broken it was circumcised
and my sister who s been living like a saint for so damn long
And my brother who says that he worries about me from my songs, i m crashing an apartment and somebody left it open
To make me feel nothing, plus my living mama plus my other father who raised me not to be sad, i ll be silent for a day
pray for understanding
Never really can account for all the ways in which i ve acted, my heart was never broken it was circumcised, not trying to be combative but i m dealing with some dead weight
Pray for understanding, and my brother who says that he worries about me from my songs Champagne, i got the devil in my head but angels swimming in my blood
Plus the conscience of my dead dad, vacant kind of passion, never really can account for all the ways in which i ve acted
But everybody bleeds right, i m looking for something
Yeah everybody seems fine, verbalize the hurt inside make me wanna burn alive
everybody s waiting for the phone to ring
So i poured it in a cup, crew wears all black stuff but we all act like we re so different
and my sister who s been living like a saint for so damn long
But everybody s got pieces missing, to make me feel nothing, everybody s waiting for the phone to ring
Never really can account for all the ways in which i ve acted, and my brother who says that he worries about me from my songs
Champagne in the kitchen not because i bought it but because, plus my living mama plus my other father who raised me not to be sad
against the sentiment that make me want to die
Plus the conscience of my dead dad, plus the conscience of my dead dad
driving through the bay
Wait until i vanish and i m fighting for a break, my heart was never broken it was circumcised
i got the devil in my head but angels swimming in my blood
Vacant kind of passion, driving through the bay
not trying to be combative but i m dealing with some dead weight
Happiness sporadic so i m crying on a wednesday, i m crashing an apartment and somebody left it open K.Flay, not trying to be combative but i m dealing with some dead weight
Wait until i vanish and i m fighting for a break, i m looking for something, and my sister who s been living like a saint for so damn long
I m looking for something, i m crashing an apartment and somebody left it open K.Flay, i ll be silent for a day
Never really can account for all the ways in which i ve acted, plus the conscience of my dead dad
So i poured it in a cup, i ll be silent for a day
To make me feel nothing, i m crashing an apartment and somebody left it open K.Flay, wait until i vanish and i m fighting for a break
Happiness sporadic so i m crying on a wednesday, at minimum i d like a little medicine to make me feel like everything
Vacant kind of passion, i m looking for something Champagne, in a world full of uptight gentlemen i wanna find a boy smelling like sweet
And my brother who says that he worries about me from my songs, never really can account for all the ways in which i ve acted, but everybody bleeds right
but everybody s got pieces missing
and my brother who says that he worries about me from my songs
I m looking for something, champagne in the kitchen not because i bought it but because