Текст песни Eye for the Feeling - Fck

You're at the party or you're chasing it
Looking at her like she's possessing it
Keys to a private jet
Instead I've seen what you get
Is a storage unit
The things you thought you'd love in it
I want, I want, I want
I want nothing
Call it depression
I know you know nothing
I've seen you here always chasing

Bootstraps
Tarmac
I got my shit to run
I got my shit to run yeah
I got eye for the feeling

Aww look, you call me up, you miss me now, like what?
I'm not your shrink lose my number, like what?
Thats right, I'm done being so polite
You got nothin' for me now the party's wound up

Keep your come down to yourself, oh like
You just thought I was good for your health
I knew you were a run of thought without reflection
You freaked out in the rooms of imperfection
And Nietsche wished for suffering upon his friends
But for you I wish that you stay sleeping
Hush, I will not wake you, hush
I will not wake you, hush

You turned your back now act so surprised
At how mean I've gotten
I was out of sight and turned to diamond like
Crushed and cut, now guess what?
I'm hanging up

Bootstraps
Tarmac
I got my shit to run
I got my shit to run yeah
I got eye for the feeling

I got eye
I got eye
I got eye for the feeling

We can't afford to lose no more like
Powerful people got big from their takings and
I don't feel noble when my lucks run out
The times run out
My hopes are holding
Out for the ones who've got my back
I'm out for the ones who've got my back
I'm out for the ones who've got my back

I got eye for the feeling
I got eye
I got eye
I got eye for the feeling