BRITTEN WRONG - Repercussions

I'm just facing repercussions from these dutches
Talking to the sky, they say they love it
Hell they know it's coming
90 million miles I'm off in running
But we don't want to go
Like when the bar close
Keep the lights low
Clear your windows
Keep your head on a swivel
Call me when you make it back and drive slow
Drive slow
Smoking on concussion
Hard to keep discussion with you dummies all of a sudden
Breaking from these crutches
About to lead the league in rushing
I'm not stopping 'till my money tall and my bitch is Russian
Pressure making diamonds tell the jeweler get to bussin
Baby pressing buttons, but that bass is really dumping
Quiet complex neighbors know we up to something
Sounding like somebody jumping
Plus the hallway's always blunted
I'm just facing repercussions from these dutches
Talking to the sky, they say they love it
Hell they know it's coming
90 million miles I'm off in running
Like I don't want to know
When I'm going home
I can't leave the dog alone
Found him on the road
He was full of broken bones
Hurt me in my soul
When it's time to let you go
Let me know
Carry pain like it's your power
From death we growing flowers now we spark up every hour
Even if they kill the power and the milk might start to sour
We can burn and build again because the world is fucking ours
Saying you've been putting hours, but this spoken word my life
Pouring out my heart so I can be your sacrifice
It's dark on this lonely road but wrong might be alright
If you find me on your journey please just point me to the light

Written by:
Britten Wright

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