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letra de deadline pt. 1 - cape god

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[chorus]
why’d you even try?
tell me why’d you even try?
’cause i been flying way too high
and i can’t find my time to die

why’d you even try?
tell me why’d you even try?
’cause i been flying way too high
and i can’t find my time to die

[verse 1]
i have to ask you, man:
what happens after, man?
say we live our lives and die in a disaster, man?
what’s the aftermath?
where do we go?
what do we do?
what should i do?
how should i know?
i said oh
we still get a soul
embedded in the memories of people that we know
our legacy’s more present when were buried below
but our stories aren’t reality like they were before
ya
how long does it take for folks to forget?
in a century am i just a man that wound up dead?
that’s not the best of me
the rest of me’s a testament to all sh-t i’d never mentioned in a single conversation

ya
my relationships are weak
i’m tight with everybody but loose enough to barely ever speak
but lucifer ‘s rarely in my dreams
and losing ones i love seems to happen every week

and i can’t help but to keep to myself
lock my heart and mind and hide the key to myself
i’m in need of freeing myself
being myself
no, sike!
being comfortable with being myself

[chorus]
why’d you even try?
tell me why’d you even try?
’cause i been flying way too high
and i can’t find my time to die

why’d you even try?
tell me why’d you even try?
’cause i been flying way too high
and i can’t find my time to die

[verse 2]
i hope i never have to take my earbuds out
’cause spittin’ is my oxygen and i’m about to drown
i’m sippin’ in lake michigan composing compositions and
i’m fishing for the instruments in drought without a doubt

the beat on the track develops drafts in my head
and the ink begins to sink among the base of my pen
my thoughts atop the paper on the page there instead
take the form of words -ssorted as a lesson to spread

i’m saying scratch that
back into bed
half-past ten still snapping the lead
i’ll find time between today and my death but a fine line lies between today and the rest
yet urgency ‘s concerning in the back of my head
disturbing and alerting me of what i have left
i guess i’ll have to rest and leave the message unsaid
like i got a text from life and then i left it on “read”

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