Текст песни Hundred Yard Feeling (Radio Edit) - D3mery

One day I won't make it home for Christmas
And if I'm not here, fill my stocking babe
You're not the one making the decisions
You shouldn't keep an eye on things
And I
Like, I wasted my life
On things that I couldn't keep a hold of
I think its best that I couldn't keep control of

You understand me?
Did your love mean nothing?
Broke ties for nothing
Broke arms from fussing
Arguing over dumb sh*t
Things that you had enough of
Everything was a once was
Conversations to start from

A lot of you shouldn't ask
It's a bad question
Hold my feelings in a glass
It's a bad suggestion
A lot of feelings done passed in the wrong direction
We could advise that you hold it at your own discretion
You might've advised me but you never even got my blessing
You used my own feelings against me, I'm not a weapon
Karma's a b*tch and it'll bite you when you least expect it
So know that one day it'll find you and you will get it

One day I won't make it home for Christmas
And if I'm not here, fill my stocking babe
You're not the one making the decisions
You should've kept an eye on me
And I
Like, I wasted my life
On things that I couldn't keep a hold of
I think its best that I couldn't keep control of
I know
I shouldn't have wasted my life
On everything that has only taken toll on me
I only wish I had control of it

You know
One day I won't make it home for Christmas
Can you fill my stocking babe?
Believe me, when I call out for Jesus
Baby, please don't lie on Jesus name