Tekster:
Lonely Kings What If

We surrender in this fire It's dragged under, let it burn On the radio late at night Dead on the air, I hear tonight You hold it all in Watch the pieces

Simple lives until we hit the ground Come see the world like it's supposed to be And when there's night, there's heat A fire place between us A finer

Fore me to follow Your candy covered lies I choke on patience Light in the dark gray skies One far and away Until we return Life won't get in front of

Thoughts and focus sounds and motion, back and forth To reap rewards Moving slowly, ever slowly Cannot wait for you solution And it's over now Had all

It always seems the same Laying the tracks for your own train Break the rules, but not the chains With no mistakes I choose Got nothing left to lose

might ever find What it is your really looking for What about your rights What about those lights Find what it is your really Looking for What about your rights What

your fuckin' hands at the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscious Question: what

Snoopy, it's what they say as if they knew me Groupie on my head like a koofie My nigga kid Cudi, that's my little buddy Calls some hoes up and get some

Look, if you had, one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted, one moment Would you capture it? Or just let it slip, yo His palms