Gone Gamblin'

Low did the ottoman lean in my cruel scrutiny
Scrapin' scallops from the beams, lyin' low beneath the reef

The thought never left me
It never left me
I shoulda lept into the stream

And when the sun
Tells such a bright lie, I could call it more than white
Small on a compromise, 'neath the chillin' winds tonight

But ya never dealt me in
Ya shrugged calm as the wind
Ya stared around at a bunch of pointless shit

I coulda won it all but I think I messed up again
That's right, I coulda won the whole damn thing but I think I fucked up again



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Writer(s): Alec Ramsey
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