Sick Crowd
I'm unstable, I'm a mess
Are words that came to mind
I'm unable to regret
The words that came to life
It's a game where we pretend
I never crossed the line
He's a neighbour, she's a friend
A perfect compromise
This town is running with a
Sick crowd, running with a
Sick crowd, running with a
Sick crowd
This town is running with a
Sick crowd, running from a
Thick cloud, running with a
Sick crowd
This town is begging for a
Dismount, from another
Big mouth
Sick crowd
She's a victim, she's a threat
A tightrope conga line
When you know that there's a net
You might just fall to fly
I'm addicted, I'm obsessed
With making you complete
Nothing can hold me back
Except the lack of sleep
This town is running with a
Sick crowd, running with a
Sick crowd, running with a
Sick crowd
This town is running with a
Sick crowd, running from a
Thick cloud, running with a
Sick crowd
This town is begging for a
Dismount, from another
Big mouth
I've been
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways (this town is running with a)
Stuck in my ways (Sick crowd, running from a)
Stuck in my ways (Thick cloud, running with a)
Stuck in my ways (Sick crowd)
Stuck in my ways (this town is running with a)
Stuck in my ways (Sick crowd, running from a)
Stuck in my ways (Thick cloud, running with a)
Sick crowd
Are words that came to mind
I'm unable to regret
The words that came to life
It's a game where we pretend
I never crossed the line
He's a neighbour, she's a friend
A perfect compromise
This town is running with a
Sick crowd, running with a
Sick crowd, running with a
Sick crowd
This town is running with a
Sick crowd, running from a
Thick cloud, running with a
Sick crowd
This town is begging for a
Dismount, from another
Big mouth
Sick crowd
She's a victim, she's a threat
A tightrope conga line
When you know that there's a net
You might just fall to fly
I'm addicted, I'm obsessed
With making you complete
Nothing can hold me back
Except the lack of sleep
This town is running with a
Sick crowd, running with a
Sick crowd, running with a
Sick crowd
This town is running with a
Sick crowd, running from a
Thick cloud, running with a
Sick crowd
This town is begging for a
Dismount, from another
Big mouth
I've been
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways
Stuck in my ways (this town is running with a)
Stuck in my ways (Sick crowd, running from a)
Stuck in my ways (Thick cloud, running with a)
Stuck in my ways (Sick crowd)
Stuck in my ways (this town is running with a)
Stuck in my ways (Sick crowd, running from a)
Stuck in my ways (Thick cloud, running with a)
Sick crowd
Credits
Writer(s): Edward Theodore Crowley
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