TUNNEL VISION, Fisher Thompson & Tom Laim - JESUS WEPT

Worn the same pair of stained shoes since the ninth grade
So when you 'em find at a show, you'll make bank on eBay
Ship 'em cross the country, call that world-class trade
In the first class lounge on a high speed train
Runnin' like a magnet
Got that force of attraction
All you crazy, you batshit
All your action-less actions
In the end it don't matter
All your ties'll be tattered
You'll be stuck in the rafters
We'll be eatin' off platters
Keep them eyes on me, call it what you see
We always VIP and we catchin' heat, please
Keep them eyes on me, call it what you see
We always VIP and we catchin' heat
Three leaf, three leaf, three leaf clover
Your daddy can't buy you a ticket any closer
So arms up, it's time to be a soldier
Bad luck, try again when you're older
Do a couple petty crimes and get a pat on the back
Cops get a good laugh when you live in a cul-de-sac
Turnin' blind eyes to hate crimes, keep sending thoughts and prayers
You get content with keeping what's lot more than fair
Gettin' too content with allowances in the triple digits
Gettin' angry when bitches aren't the presents at Christmas
Things don't go right, get bailed out of all the consequences
That's how you get a Brock Turner
Bitch
I'mma curb your ego like an egg
Think you've been dropped on the head
Not to recognize the fed'
They've been busting down the doors
Starting oil wars and stealing all your cents
Somehow the richest in the world
But we can't pay our fucking rent
Keep them eyes on me, call it what you see
We always VIP and we catchin' heat, please
Keep them eyes on me, call it what you see
We always VIP and we catchin' heat
Talk about privilege, you're the poster child
You a villain dressed pilgrim, evil in your smile
You use Twitter as a weapon and the Bible for protection
Waiting for a sign, John 11:35
"Jesus wept"

Written by:
Fisher Thompson, Thomas Cusson

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