| Bad enough i bought into that bit. | |
| Yeah, my hometown was an untapped oil field | |
| Storing profits, those wallets begged for change | |
| And everyone's growing up just the same. | |
| Pedestal-placement-preaching | |
| No, that isn't love, that's just called insecurity. | |
| Jump that ship it's sinking | |
| You might float to the top, but you'll never be credible | |
| On your feet, on the ground | |
| How to see it coming, how to see it after | |
| On your feet and on the ground | |
| How to see it coming, how to spot it faster. | |
| Ride it out, write it down then crumble up that paper | |
| Along with your career you steer down dead end streets. | |
| Those sounds have gotten stale and tired, | |
| Running from every critique. | |
| They're nervous and sweating, waiting for all to explode | |
| In your face, in your hands | |
| How to see it coming, how to see it after | |
| In your face and in your hands | |
| How to see it coming, how to spot it faster. | |
| (Merci à talleux pour cettes paroles) |
| Bad enough i bought into that bit. | |
| Yeah, my hometown was an untapped oil field | |
| Storing profits, those wallets begged for change | |
| And everyone' s growing up just the same. | |
| Pedestalplacementpreaching | |
| No, that isn' t love, that' s just called insecurity. | |
| Jump that ship it' s sinking | |
| You might float to the top, but you' ll never be credible | |
| On your feet, on the ground | |
| How to see it coming, how to see it after | |
| On your feet and on the ground | |
| How to see it coming, how to spot it faster. | |
| Ride it out, write it down then crumble up that paper | |
| Along with your career you steer down dead end streets. | |
| Those sounds have gotten stale and tired, | |
| Running from every critique. | |
| They' re nervous and sweating, waiting for all to explode | |
| In your face, in your hands | |
| How to see it coming, how to see it after | |
| In your face and in your hands | |
| How to see it coming, how to spot it faster. | |
| Merci a talleux pour cettes paroles |
| Bad enough i bought into that bit. | |
| Yeah, my hometown was an untapped oil field | |
| Storing profits, those wallets begged for change | |
| And everyone' s growing up just the same. | |
| Pedestalplacementpreaching | |
| No, that isn' t love, that' s just called insecurity. | |
| Jump that ship it' s sinking | |
| You might float to the top, but you' ll never be credible | |
| On your feet, on the ground | |
| How to see it coming, how to see it after | |
| On your feet and on the ground | |
| How to see it coming, how to spot it faster. | |
| Ride it out, write it down then crumble up that paper | |
| Along with your career you steer down dead end streets. | |
| Those sounds have gotten stale and tired, | |
| Running from every critique. | |
| They' re nervous and sweating, waiting for all to explode | |
| In your face, in your hands | |
| How to see it coming, how to see it after | |
| In your face and in your hands | |
| How to see it coming, how to spot it faster. | |
| Merci à talleux pour cettes paroles |