Blessed - Nothing Lasts Forever paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Nothing Lasts Forever - Blessed



Well, I guess It's just another day that I feel the same
Sick of always feeling this way
Well, I hold my breath and I hope for the best
Yeah, I hope for the best
Think I might stay home, skip out on the function
I'm in my head, I ain't feeling a hundred
Always feeling anxious, think these pillies doing something to me
Lying down in the back seat and I'm trying to sleep
Tell me all your secrets, yeah, tell me all your lies
Tell me where you've been, I just wanna feel alright
Tell me all your secrets, yeah, tell me all your lies
Tell me where you've been, I just wanna feel alright
Pull up and you're tryna get with all my friends
And you're acting like I'm dead and I just don't care
And you're telling all your girls that I'm just a trend
Say it with your chest, yeah, I fucked up again, yeah
Say it with your chest, yeah, I fucked up again, yeah
Say it with your chest, yeah, I fucked up again, yeah
You used to call me when you couldn't fall asleep and
I used to come around at night without a reason
And now you only ever see me on the weekend
And so I know you think I'm going off the deep end, depends
What you call too fast, too far
Rather see stars than question marks
Thank God it's always after dark
When we go home in separate cars
'Cause I don't really wanna know whose guest you are
Pull up and you're tryna get with all my friends
And you're acting like I'm dead and I just don't care
And you're telling all your girls that I'm just a trend
Say it with your chest, yeah, I fucked up again, yeah
Say it with your chest, yeah, I fucked up again, yeah
Say it with your chest, yeah, I fucked up again, yeah
Yeah, I fucked it up again, yeah
Yeah, I fucked it up again, yeah
Yeah, I fucked it up again, yeah
Say it with your chest, yeah, I fucked up again, yeah
Pull up and you're tryna get with all my friends
And you're acting like I'm dead and I just don't care
And you're telling all your girls that I'm just a trend
Say it with your chest, yeah, I fucked up again, yeah
And I don't wanna know
All the little lies we never told
Hiding all the secrets we'd never show
I'm over it, excuses are getting old
Say it with your chest, yeah, I fucked up again, yeah
Say it with your chest, yeah, I fucked up again, yeah



Writer(s): Maurice Santiago, Nat Sherwood


Blessed - Music Is the Medecine
Album Music Is the Medecine
date de sortie
20-11-2020




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