Текст песни Headlights - OnCue

Button my vest up,
My heart on my sleeve, i got dressed up
I cant impeve its the rester, my life
Diamonds are made from pressure
Pictures on my dresser,
Reminding me who i used to be
Lay yo i was always sleeping in quarter to three
We come back with stories to tell from what we see
Aint no glory in hell, enjoy it before it leave′
I got no days off, that means no weekends
My friends hardly think i fell off the deep end
I never see them, im too busy making this a real reason of why we ain't speaking
I wasnt there for the treatment, of the applauadence i could hear recording
Dreamin′ of things we want, but ain't affording
Im praying for my rent, why they praying for thier (innaudable)
I can't get caught (in those headlights) and those headlights, cus i know this road is too far along (those headlights)
My heart on my sleeve and i pray it don′t
Turn to stone,
From the headlights up in our own, from the headlights up in our own
Its too long, too long
Those headlights