paroles de chanson To the Grave - AMOS 747

(I'm not gonna call you Amos)

Scared to tell her how I feel, I'm a take it to the grave (Woah woah)
Eyes faded real low, sipping liquor backstage (Drank)
She wanna share a soul, but no treesh is getting saved (No)
Money over love, that's just for the price of fame (No, no, no, no)
Food for thought, still got a lot on my plate (Woah)
Woulda been better if she never had stayed (On god)
Tryna run off but I know I can't escape
Unspoken truths haunt my dreams like a wraith
Fell out of place and I ran out of time (Woah, woah woah)
Covered in UNDERCOVER, woulda thought I was a spy (Yea)
Fear of God fitted got me walking with a rind (Woo)
I can't show no love, filled with fear and some pride (Woo)
She don't exist no more, how could I?
Pour another cup, I ain't really tryna cry (Pour another)
Swap another whore, it ain't the same I lost my mind
Put 'em all together like the bride of Frankenstein, woah

Woah
2.22, I can (Not) advance
When I'm feeling blue, I count up some bands
CDG shoe, Armani the pants
See through the fake, it's looking like glass
Say that she love me, how long do it last?
I still feel the hate like I was in class
Still running from problems that came from the past, woah
Woah
Won't let no top from a bitch stop me
No heart my in my chest so I rock CDG
Only came to collect then I fly off the scene, woah
Woah
If you really my brother then we gonna break bread
Tryna tell her that I love her but I never confess

Scared to tell her how I feel, I'm a take it to the grave (Woah woah)
Eyes faded real low, sipping liquor backstage (Drank)
She wanna share a soul, but no treesh is getting saved (No)
Money over love, that's just for the price of fame (No, no, no, no)
Food for thought, still got a lot on my plate (Woah)
Woulda been better if she never had stayed (On god)
Tryna run off but I know I can't escape
Unspoken truths haunt my dreams like a wraith
Fell out of place and I ran out of time (Woah, woah woah)
Covered in UNDERCOVER, woulda thought I was a spy (Yea)
Fear of God fitted got me walking with a rind (Woo)
I can't show no love, filled with fear and some pride (Woo)
She don't exist no more, how could I?
Pour another cup, I ain't really tryna cry (Pour another)
Swap another whore, it ain't the same I lost my mind
Put 'em all together like the bride of Frankenstein, woah

2 more cups, never 2 much
Higher than the sun, fuck around and pass out
Tryna run away but I'll never back down, yea
Yea
2 more sluts, never 2 much
Put it in her gut like she tryna cross the border
Stack it all the way up to the ceiling like a hoarder, yea
Woke up, I can't tell if I've been dreaming
I ain't been the same since
Flying, windows up with the tints
Speeding through the day, it's a blitz, yea
New era, I ain't talking about a fitted
If I really said it then I did it
Knew I should've said it but I didn't
Knew I should've said it but I didn't

Scared to tell her how I feel (I'm a take it to grave, no, no)
Scared to tell her how I feel (I'm a take it to grave, no, no)
Eyes faded for real (Sipping backstage, no, no)
Eyes faded for real (Sipping backstage, no, no)