paroles de chanson God Sent - Bluejacket

God Sent, Thank you for lettin' me out the mosh pit
Watch it, these bitches tryin' to hold me hostage
Knockin' on my door, nobody home, so stop it
Honestly, lately I been feelin' kinda dog shit
Hit you up next week, promise I forgot
Rest in peace to my motherfuckin' doggy
I be in my PJs, memories so foggy
I be in my head again, appreciate the small things
I be in my bed, walls closin' in, noticin
Livin' quite the dream, picture perfect, take a photo, bitch
Lucky that I'm photogenic, post a pic the hoes will click it
Ego gon get more defensive, Eyeore pin me more depressive

Going through the motions, fuck all these emotions
Gotta feed the ocean, waves they come and goin
Sweepin' down your whole ship, your girl be on some ho shit
Gotta be stayin' focused, follow me, follow me, we finding gold
Nobody stopping me, that's on my soul
Get in my rocket ship, we boutta blow
Getting my doctorate hand me the saw
You gon' feel this shit right to the bones
Smoking a blunt to myself to the dome

Thinkin' I forgot, no, you've been in my notes since
Thought I had a lot goin', then the Draco went missing
Thought I had a team, but it was not what it just seemed
I had a lot, took everything, they could just try to get from me
So I hop right out the scene, I know nobody really see
What they really mean to me, don't know how to express my feelings
Poppin' off in my city, cause I be goin' out and drinkin
See the good in everything is just a drain, you get to leakin
I don't have the fuckin' time to live this life yea fuck your feelings
Yeah, I'm already bleedin' out, thinkin' you'll leave me now
Nightmares I'm dreamin' about, Darkness don't look i aint found
What you been cryin' about, I ain't felt shit for a month

Going through the motions, fuck all these emotions
Gotta feed the ocean, waves they come and goin
Sweepin' down your whole ship, your girl be on some ho shit
Gotta be stayin' focused, follow me, follow me, we finding gold
Nobody stopping me, that's on my soul, get in my rocket ship, we boutta blow
Getting my doctorate hand me the saw, you gon' feel this shit right to the bones
Smoking a blunt to myself to the dome

God Sent, Thank you for lettin' me out the mosh pit
Watch it, these bitches tryin' to hold me hostage
Knockin' on my door, nobody home, so stop it
Honestly, lately I been feelin' kinda dog shit
Hit you up next week, promise I forgot
Rest in peace to my motherfuckin' doggy