The Breaks
Green is the sky
On a violet of fluff
The sea is of death
Washes over my luck
As I turn to see in the distance
Just rising up to meet me, yeah
Pummel me, pummel me 'till I
Fall right off this cliff
Mouth full of dirty hair, muddy hands
Losing their grip
As I turn to run to my home
But there is no safety, yeah
As I watched the water come over to bring me to
Turn to run to my home
But there is no
As I watched the water come over to bring me to
On a violet of fluff
The sea is of death
Washes over my luck
As I turn to see in the distance
Just rising up to meet me, yeah
Pummel me, pummel me 'till I
Fall right off this cliff
Mouth full of dirty hair, muddy hands
Losing their grip
As I turn to run to my home
But there is no safety, yeah
As I watched the water come over to bring me to
Turn to run to my home
But there is no
As I watched the water come over to bring me to
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Zachary Byas, Tommy Anderson
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