paroles de chanson cobra - Koshi

Fuck being modest
Do you listen to the sonnets?
I need a break from my conscious
Peeling at the snake skin on my hands
Fuck being modest
Do you listen to the sonnets?
I need a break from my conscious
Peeling at the snake skin on my hands

Even if I'm drunk, no matter what
I'm gon' be honest
I don't need advice
From mother fuckers who ain't lost it
Yeah, baby, we're beyond this
What's a hidden hill to these mountains?

Do you want a jacket
'Cause this about to get cold
Runnin' to the storm
Can't wait for the wind blow
But I love you
Put that shit on my soul
I'm sorry I'm so numb
And get quiet more than I don't
I don't know how to love
Sometimes, I don't know how to trust
The past will not be catchin' up
Pink moon dreams where they couldn't find us
She a rager
Think I need a monochrome
I won't change up
Always keep it monotone
Don't wanna stay home I need a rain coat
It's stormin' need to lay low
Show me something new
Girl, you put me in the mood
We was up at two twenty two
I was makin' you moan
You don't like being told what to do
But you know what to do
Within or without you
I love your tattoo

Fuck being modest
Listen to the sonnets
I need a break from my conscious
Snake skin on my hands
No matter what I'm gon' be honest
I don't need advice
From mother fuckers who ain't lost it
Yeah, baby, we're beyond this (Got me in a wad)
What's a hidden hill to these mountains

Yeah I like that shit (Oh, oh)
Bring my shit back in, bring my shit back in
Ahh, go, go
Second wind but I could never get enough (Run that shit)
Left the city but I'm king of my town (We gon' run this shit)