rosier/punk2 (Explicit)

rosier/punk2 (Explicit) - brakence

Lyrics by：Randy Findell/Jack Obrocki/David Delgobbo

Composed by：Randy Findell/Jack Obrocki/David Delgobbo

Produced by：Randy Findell/Jack Obrocki/David Delgobbo

Now there's too many people that I have done wrong

And that I owe my thanks to for sticking along with me

Along with me

One two three and

Think I'm dreaming

This isn't real

'Cause you leave in a month

And I'm fiending for something to feel

When you hold me

Know you know me down to my core

This is the calm before the storm

You diverted far attention away when I mentioned

That someone else gon' need you more

Now there's too many people that I have done wrong

And that I owe my thanks to for sticking along with me

Along with me oh oh

Who are you

And I fell apart in that bed

What we built isn't me

Won't put it back together again

He didn't answer me

I can't take back what I said

I just look through those messages I left on read

Ooh and I took you to rosier

'Cause I thought we could cope

We got out on the ocean I fell out my boat

And you calmed me back down

And you gave me some hope

And I tossed that away for a seratone

Now there's too many people that I have done wrong

And that I owe my thanks to for sticking along with me

Along with me oh oh

No commitments no commitments

No commitments

No commitments no commitments

No commitments

No commitments no commitments

No commitments

No commitments no commitments

No commitments no commitments

No commitments no commitments

No commitments no commitments

I'm going to hell you're going to heaven

It doesn't negate our holy connection

And next time I fly too close to the sun

I'm not gonna run this ***** was for fun

Fifty fifty fifty

I left home now I'm ****** up

Realized how much I loved you

Whole goddamn life been a suck up

Now I'm just tryna get my luck up

All the pain went when you kissed me

We were ten toes up now I'm six feet down

Moved on you don't need me now

Now I gotta figure me out

Ah brakence

Brakence brakence

No I gotta figure me out oh oh yeah uh

***** I'm up next

****boy ain't a threat

Put a price on my head

Won't sell my soul for a check

That's on God that's on sound

You won't ever see me 'round

I'll be cookin' up some *****

That'll probably get me out this town

So it is

So far are these visual things the only effect you find