paroles de chanson Sinkin' - Briston Maroney

All that she needed was one good reason
And you couldn't find it
Left her standing
So damn demanding with hands in your pockets

Took all the money
Never found it funny
Moved back with your parents
Blamed all the feelings
You can't conceal on emotional violence

But some things are out of your hands

Looks like Indiana packed up her bags
And went out and got it
Took her clothes from the closet
Safety deposit wasn't an option

Caught up to beauty
Always saw through me
And knew what she wanted
Product of passion
Foretold the fashion
And lived out of order

But some things are out of your hands

In the dead of the night when I laid by your side
Victory, death, and pride couldn't lie if I tried
Do you know what it takes to be something that breaks at the spark of a flame
I got no one to blame

Do you know what it takes?
Do I have what it takes?
Do you know what it takes?
'Cause I have what it takes

Mama had a baby, drove her crazy
Pushed her to drinkin'
Daddy wore a collar
Spent the last dollar
That ship was sinkin'

Oh, you talk about the money
Baby, not about the money
Baby, not about the money, baby
Told the cover, you don't need another
What the fuck were you thinking?

Baby, some things are out of your hands