Lyrics Art Gallery of a Ruined King - Her Ex

Yeah
Yeah
No greater love than to die for the things you love
Who gonna die
Who gonna die
Who gonna die
Walking down the street
Cigarette hanging got lip stick on her teeth
I I I saw her tattoos
A bunch of planets dressed up as balloons, I
Wondered thee intent of why she smoked so many damn cigarettes
She ain′t even French
But she look like it
I'm walking down Notting Hill thinking of this chick
But my ex
Single now
I can′t get it out my brain it's surround sound
I called God on the phone He ain't pick up
Why didn′t He pick up
We ain′t spoken in a minute
My heart hurts
I don't wanna talk about so I wrote first
I don′t wanna waste my life on women this time
On women this time

Walking down Abby Road headed to the studio
Might jump on the London Bridge in the music video
Trying to make a change while you're living the same
So excuse me if I don′t believe in the things that you say

Relapse now I'm thinking about other chicks
Bullet in the barrel shooting my common sense
Now I′m dead
Laying here in bed
Thinking how I let my lust overtake me again
Laying next to me
I put my arm around her and I held her tightly
Tightly
We 2 kids
In a messed up city
Trying to have one night
Where we both feel pretty
Awesome, amazing, she blazen
She told me her problems but stopped when I called'em
I wish I could solve'em
I broke my own promises
My lustful demon
Keeps stopping my progress

Values
You & I′ve been down this road before
Take my wings I′d rather see you soar
In the sky
Clouds singing lullabies
And this one girl telling me that she would rather die for me
Don't do it
Later on she didn′t
Don't say such things
If you ain′t really committed
I'm Vincent Van Gogh cut my ear off
Making change means more to mean then acting sane
Societies gonna judge me anyways
I would rather die living then living just to die
I dun grabbed my pride
Grabbed a glock at the same time
Then I fired till I knew it was ruthless homicide
Die die die
Pride tried to come back but I shot it more times

I′m walking down Abby road headed to the studio
Might jump on the London bridge in the music video
Trying to make a change while you're living the same
So excuse me if I don't believe the things that you say
Imma probably die a legend try to teach this world a lesson
If my future kids were present would they want to have a friendship?
Be the man you want to see don′t just speak with calloused knees
Imma reach out to these teens if it′s the last thing that I breath

Metaphors
4 doors up in a lambo
With camel lost in the desert only wearing sandals
And my camel need a brick of bread
Handed him a thousand
And it felt like a fountain
But he thirsted again
Then the sun and moon
Went to bed In sandy tombs
Wrinkles near there eyes
Now a days there's no surprise
Bad habits get sharpened when you have pencils as friends
And you morph into a puzzle piece that needs to fit in
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