Текст песни NOTES N THE NITE - Repea

Watercolor, let it bleed
Watercolor, let it bleed like

I own enough books to fill a library but I hate reading, ironic
I own enough hooks to fill an album but I really hate recording
How much does my dream mean if it feels like Plan B
See, life gave me my lemons
But I can't make no queen B
Dollars in they eyes then
Quarters over eyelids
They mistake our words
And take their only route, that's violence
Notes n the nite
My deepest poems wrote with razor blades
What a delight
Spotlight on regrets holds the fakest shame
I can't be right
But my ego fills the hall of fame
Fuck up the life
Till' my hits just do not hit the same
Fuck all the lights
I'll throw punches in the darkest place
Fuck all of it

I like to hide
In the darkest of my shadows
Of my shadows
Everything that mattered was quickly overthrown
By highs and lows of emotions, let fear take the throne
Big riches come with small support
I feel the stiffness in the room
When these black and white suits begin to roam
And the foam that kept my voice content now expands to stadiums
Now these notes in the nite make me want to reduce my radius

Notes n the nite
My deepest poems wrote with razor blades
What a delight
Spotlight on regret holds the fakest shame
I can't be right
But my ego fills the hall of fame
Fuck up the life
Till my hits just do not hit the same
Till my hits just do not hit the same
Till my wrists just do not slit the same
Till my hits just do not fill the pain
Two nights felt like months too much for me to take
I'm tryna get in my bag
But I'm locked outside of my brain
Two nights in the back room
Who would've thought I'd be back to it
Only two nights after heartbreak
Was all I need to put the pen to page
I like to hide
In the darkest of my shadows
Of my shadows

Watercolor, let it bleed
Watercolor, let it bleed
Watercolor, let it bleed
Watercolor, let it bleed like