Текст песни THE WHITE DOOR - Roje

(New voicemail from planet Earth)

Eyes pitch black, but his smile like mine
Except his got venom drip-drownin' in lies
Fuck is this? My past regrets in the walls
Screamin' my name in a hundred missed calls
Every mistake, every bitch I forgave
Every knife in my back, now they all got a grave
'Cause I'm acting like I'm rich, brains fully made off golden nuggets
If I blow my brains out, instead of my heart
Would there be flowers coming out from him?
Enough love now, need St- to fill
The brim of beer and out smoke the [?]
These are things are just wanna dream
But I keep thinking I should move on from it
(Do you think he's the right person for our universe?)
So lets do some gore, here's some scissors
Lets see who of us cuts the hearts better?
Got stabbed many times in bed for
I guess, Ja- and Bailey does them better
Than this bitch, wish I couldn't stop hearing her
And the thang of us, what the fuck we were
Keep lying, its so easy to lie better
Than Mallory saying "I'm working on doing better"
(Cut it out)

Oh, she the type, right?
Oh, motorbike
Yeah she drunk in my eyes
On some live, over life
What she doin', what she like?
When your friends, if they die
I don't give a fuck tonight
I'm a student type

Two years, haven't seen no better
From you Mal, you could've gone for a petter
You need to rewind back to some drama
'Cause right now you're old friends are tryin to deter
From you, so keep bunny hopping from men to men
Try my best not to call you a sl-
You still tryna get back to Lili, I ride with her
So you won't fucking even go close to her
And to anyone who wanna ditch me for her
Just know what she always fucking swore
The moment you leave her friendzone
Her lies will ring around the zone and zoar
To the friends who swore that will never
Leave you on the floor and leave the lie as a pore
'Cause fuck that shit, I'm goin' thru the white door
And nobody can't stop me to see the other side of my world

Oh, she the type, right?
Oh, motorbike
Yeah she drunk in my eyes
On some live, over life
What she doin', what she like?
When your friends, if they die
I don't give a fuck tonight
I'm a student type
Oh, she the type, right?
Oh, motorbike
Yeah she drunk in my eyes
On some live, over life
What she doin', what she like?
When your friends, if they die
I don't give a fuck tonight
I'm a student type