letra de escape, pt. 3 - jas the producer
and now i can’t feel my face but
i feel her warmth my hands too numb to fill in the cracks
i’m no stranger to hate but
you don’t know i’m tryin to save your cold demise b
but you’re trapped in a photograph
memories torn in half
runnin’ to find you but they’re trying to hide the path
couldn’t forget the message
roll it in cigarettes it’s
blowed in my trumpet as i’m feelin my muscle spasm
calling in sick again
couldn’t control my head
she grab my hand and took me places i’ve never been
just go to him instead, d-mn
now i’m stuck with the weight of pride
couldn’t control the tide
i lay awake, bout the way that you never criеd
we’re hanging off the еdge
trimming the garden hedge
they came with peace but you wanted to get revenge
told me they’re all the same
couldn’t control the pain
sat in her hand and put me top of the wall of shame
sippin’ the aspartame
couldn’t control the shame
forgot your face but i’d never forget your name
forgot to hold my tongue
couldn’t control my lungs
and why won’t you remember way back when we were young
flowers and lady bugs
off of a thousand drugs
she always dancin’ in the back of the loudest clubs
couldn’t control the floods
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