- 99 Neighbors N. Michigan Gospel 歌詞
- 99 Neighbors
- Aidan Ostby:
Who do I take my broken pieces to?
I dont think I can fix a broken piece of you
If I hid away, youd find me anywhere I laid
How do I justify my peace to you?
Swank:
Ayy, I feel some pressure been takin over
I been so sick of lookin over shoulders
I been on a coaster, thoughts are goin up and down
All my enemies always stuck around, but my circle gettin smaller
Each day, Ima shoot my shot of ballers, Steve Blake
Ima fight for every dollar, sweepstakes
Feel the shock, I need a collar
I dont gotta chase my mind, I feel high everyday, Im fine
If I lie, why the fvck I write?
To shine timе in some potent lines
And go glidе on spoken rhymes
Im gon ride, put the car in drive
And pray life aint backwards
Good days come after, minutes gon matter
My heads in Saturn, cant live in a pattern
Brain gon splatter
Aidan Ostby:
Who do I take my broken pieces to?
I dont think I can fix a broken piece of you
If I hid away, youd find me anywhere I laid
How do I justify my peace to you?
Sam Paulino:
I wonder if I spent all my life in love with magic
And how to make it happen
The irony is tragic
Its an all out war disaster
Oh God, certain things you cant imagine
My boy 17 with an Arizona tee
Drowning in the lights, camera, action
In a world full of fake plastic trees
I feel the pressure been buildin a star in the makin
Its all fun andgames til its all for the takin
Its off with your head if your offense lazy
So often I'm pressed and depression is crazy
I roll solo dolo, my vision is blurry
My windows are shattered, my engine is breakin
So close to the edge and it feels so amazin
So pick up the pieces, Im over this sh!t
Sam Pauliino:
This feel like the end of everything I ever wanted
Back on road, no lookin back on what we started
If I had to go, its weighin heavy on my conscience
You can pick up all my pieces in the morning
This feel like the end of everything I ever wanted
Back on road, no lookin back on what we started
If I had to go, its weighin heavy on my conscience
You can pick up all my pieces in the morning
Aidan Ostby:
Who do I take my broken pieces to?
I dont think I can fix a broken piece of you
If I hid away, youd find me anywhere I laid
How do I justify my peace to you?
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