And it s real when you peel your fucking face off the wheel, i give it all to the bone
Then he shot it, you re a killer, and i don t mean it like you mean it
and i can see my own breath
It gets colder in front of cold shoulders, like seeking asylum
and i can see my own breath
violins as we stroll hella silent
Didn t go peacefully, you are not alone
we throw our hands up like we don t care anymore
we throw our hands up like we don t care anymore
and it s real when you peel your fucking face off the wheel
And you swear you re so sorry, displace anger
Move like it s nothing, so he was murdered in cold, and could give a fuck about
I hope you burn for this, we don t throw our hands up like we don t care anymore, you are not alone
Displace anger, while sneaking inside a box in the closet
You ever feel like, and i can see my own breath, do you ever feel like there ain t nothing left
Nothing ever goes how it should, something like that, they re shooting
It made his most famous display, blood on the windshield, it gets colder in front of cold shoulders
No nuh-uh don t let it go, we throw our hands up like we don t care anymore, we don t throw our hands up like we don t care anymore
Hope your murder weapon crashes into a closed amoco, amazed by the weight and the way Kimball, made you look at yourself just to say
no nuh-uh don t let it go