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letra de george bailey - joshua epithet

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(x2)
i’m running for my life
you can call me whatchu want
made it back inside
when i leave i’m f-cking gone
orange headlights
i feel like i’m no one
who’s your rising sun?
who you want more from?

drunk hopping 1am brooklands streetlight
my head feel heavy but my feet light
they say i see you going up boy i see kite
strawberry vodka in my cold sprite
don’t let my friends drown motherf-cker
i’m a flood light
if you tryna split you better f-cking cut right
i’ve been in control but i lost it tonight
three girls tryna get my bag tight
i shouldn’t joke about this sh-t
some cobra eyes wit this b-tch
i’m on my solo lilo ditched stitch
boy i’m this close to getting rich
we’re not the same key not the same pitch
his girl look straight outta bewitched
i can’t respect this
please reminisce
about the good times
house parties and sh-t
going on the list
premium member
touching cold lips in november
that sh-t is splendour
the best conversations with people who’s
name i can’t remember
i’ll be gone till september
if you want this back boy i’ll be your vendor
the best memories are so tender
the life of a pretender

(x2)
i’m running for my life
you can call me whatchu want
made it back inside
when i leave i’m f-cking gone
orange headlights
i feel like i’m no one
who’s your rising sun?
who you want more from?

who you want more from?
who you want from?

(x2)
i’m running for my life
you can call me whatchu want
made it back inside
when i leave i’m f-cking gone
orange headlights
i feel like i’m no one
who’s your rising sun?
who you want more from?

my only trips recently have been for guilt
my mouth got my feelings spilt
i don’t wanna knock down this foundation we built
but i belong under another quilt
i’m not happy here
please understand
it’s not you it’s the f-cking homeland
too many melancholy monday’s
and shoot me sunday’s
do you wonder why i’m running for the runways?
ye i’ll miss the sunsets
the tiny twinsets
but don’t turn away cos i’m not f-cking gone yet
brown eyed bombette
don’t waste the time we have left
treating me like a guest
i’m the same boy
you used as your toy
i’m still the wreckage
you used to message
the one you kissed
alcohol beverage
tired of being your f-cking leverage
i’ve been way too f-cking generous
for staying as long as i have
i can’t cut my life in half
to pave someone else’s path

(x2)
i’m running for my life
you can call me whatchu want
made it back inside
when i leave i’m f-cking gone
orange headlights
i feel like i’m no one
who’s your rising sun?
who you want more from?

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