Prey
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
So many voices
Can't escape what I follow
Cus I can only hold
What I keep holding close
And I'm built of sand and stone
I'm in need of a halfway home
Get me out
Think somebody shot me in the heel
Oh
Prey
In the worst kinda way
Run away
I need you
Pray
In the worst kinda way
I run away
Can't keep a secret
Don't even die when I'm leavin'
You think I'd know by now
What you will kiss and tell
And I'm built of
Sand and stone
I'm in need of
Somethin' like a believer
Prey
In the worst kinda way
Run away
I need you
Pray
In the worst kinda way
I run away
I need you
Prey
In the worst kinda way
Run away
I need you
Pray-ay-ay-ay-ay
In the worst kinda way
Run away
Call me a little old fashioned
Found in a faction
Spilt by a fraction
Between the machine and the mean interaction
Affinity for the classics, yeah
Some pack heat well after the matches
In a room full of plastics
Hard to find a seat
You a jock or a mathlete?
Don't at me
Real you take a backseat
Don't at me
Gotta sedate the hypebeast
Never mistake that you like me, uh
Seasons change like a timepiece
Ticket to fame and a dime piece
You know I need
Somethin' like a believer
Prey
In the worst kinda way
Run away
I need you
Pray
In the worst kinda way
I run away
I need you
Prey
In the worst kinda way
Run away
I need you
Pray-ay-ay-ay-ay
In the worst kinda way
Run away
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
So many voices
Can't escape what I follow
Cus I can only hold
What I keep holding close
And I'm built of sand and stone
I'm in need of a halfway home
Get me out
Think somebody shot me in the heel
Oh
Prey
In the worst kinda way
Run away
I need you
Pray
In the worst kinda way
I run away
Can't keep a secret
Don't even die when I'm leavin'
You think I'd know by now
What you will kiss and tell
And I'm built of
Sand and stone
I'm in need of
Somethin' like a believer
Prey
In the worst kinda way
Run away
I need you
Pray
In the worst kinda way
I run away
I need you
Prey
In the worst kinda way
Run away
I need you
Pray-ay-ay-ay-ay
In the worst kinda way
Run away
Call me a little old fashioned
Found in a faction
Spilt by a fraction
Between the machine and the mean interaction
Affinity for the classics, yeah
Some pack heat well after the matches
In a room full of plastics
Hard to find a seat
You a jock or a mathlete?
Don't at me
Real you take a backseat
Don't at me
Gotta sedate the hypebeast
Never mistake that you like me, uh
Seasons change like a timepiece
Ticket to fame and a dime piece
You know I need
Somethin' like a believer
Prey
In the worst kinda way
Run away
I need you
Pray
In the worst kinda way
I run away
I need you
Prey
In the worst kinda way
Run away
I need you
Pray-ay-ay-ay-ay
In the worst kinda way
Run away
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Langford, Ii
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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