Gford - Visitors

Okay best friend,
I picked up the paint brush
Own all our ideas, it ain't nothin they could pay us
They hate us cause they ain't us
Can't wait till we get famous
Okay best friend,
I'm back in the stu
For the longest wasn't grooving
The love it turn to boos,
My biggest fears comin true
Okay best friend,
I got the new concept
Tell them that we popping
They'll hop on the bandwagon
Whatever we drag in, the law of the attraction
Okay best friend don't you leave me
All I got is TV they whisper, they deceiving
I need something to heal me
Okay best friend now the pressure's on
I know we can carry on
All the times we felt so much, but somehow find a way to cope
Okay best friend truth I miss you
But it's not that simple
Staring out the window
I'm trapped without no signal
Follow the light
That doesn't meet the day
And under the moonlight
I wish that you would stay

Written by:
Carl Exhume

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