Текст песни Fall In Bloomington - Sapita Music

(Turn my amps up)

Spring summer fall
Leaves on the lawn
Team never wins
Hard alcohol
Can't have a Rose
Without the thorns
Snakes in the grass
Answered the call
Five in a week
Now you're the man
Doin' everything your fake friends can
Used to be the good boy with the plan
Bit from the tree
Fall in Bloomington

I'm pluggin' limestone
Into rhymezone
Tryna' find the
Words to say
About a small college town
Cater-cornered to the
69-interstate
About a time and a place
I can't erase
And no, this won't sound good
Where the campus might be beautiful
But my life hit the hardwood
It all started with some advice
I acquired outside Assembly Hall
From a friend of a best friend
On a brisk night of the 3rd fall
He said to me
(Oh, you guys thought I was really going to tell you what he said?
I feel like that would take the fun out of it)
And I'm not here to place the blame
But it was advice that I'd take to heart

So listen up
I'm writing this
Over dust fields
Littered by red solo cups
Eyes Wide Shut
One year later
Exiled like Genesis
Outside looking in
Time moves fast
Heavy on chest
Dumber than Jim
Green turns to red
Stocks dropping fast
So tell me where to sign
And call it autumn-graph

Spring summer fall
Leaves on the lawn
Team never wins
Hard alcohol
Can't have a Rose
Without the thorns
Snakes in the grass
Answered the call
Five in a week
Now you're the man
Doin' everything your fake friends can
Used to be the good boy with the plan
Bit from the tree
Fall in Bloomington

I wake up
It's 3:17
Orange sun peaking through a black screen
Never know who's on my side
Hmm
Seems like a recurring theme (Grass ain't green)
Head pounds like
CTE
College football Saturdays on E
From the last spree
How'd I get here?
You can go low
Do the Zach thing, mm
So I screen for the cheat
8 days a week
Only down played's
Anyone I meet
Won't leave the house
Too scared to see
Another glimpse of
Those two on the street
Drown it out in your new world
With an Xbox and the next girl
You can restart
Keep the peace part
Sit up on your ass
And be virtual
Like the real world nowadays
No flesh 64-bit face
I don't get the point
Let's reiterate
If you lost track
From the last place (Yeah)

Here's some more spice
For your latte
Bout' a girl
That I cannot shake
And a past that I'm not proud of
During a time that I should've loved
(Winter)

Spring summer fall
Leaves on the lawn
Team never wins
Hard alcohol
Can't have a Rose
Without the thorns
Snakes in the grass
Answered the call
Five in a week
Now you're the man
Doin' everything your fake friends can
Used to be the good boy with the plan
Bit from the tree
Fall in Bloomington

Hey, you coming to $2.00?
It's the last one

Uh, yeah. Gimme a sec