Текст песни Dead Types (feat. Bryn) - Don Mills

It′ll hit him the face
Rotating rotations
Girls he brings round to his place
He's up until seven
Working nine to five
And he can′t help but complain
About the shit that's on his mind
(Shit that's on his mind)

Cold to touch
I see you choking in the red light
Hollow heart
You get me drunk on weeknights
I never stop
Buying into white lies
Laying down in grave sites
Falling for the dead types

I′m falling for the dead types (Types)
Yeah
I′m falling for the dead types (Types)
Six foot distance maybe now you'll miss this

Tonight you′ve finally met your match
Loading up my car with these silk sheets
I'm un-attached
It′s far too easy, we all know accidents happen
(Accidents happen, accidents happen)

Cold to touch
I see you choking in the red light
Hollow heart
You get me drunk on weeknights
I never stop
Buying into white lies
Laying down in grave sites
Falling for the dead types

I'm falling for the dead types (Types)
Yeah
I′m falling for the dead types (Types)
Six foot distance maybe now you'll miss this