Classic
I wasted all my magic, a tragic
My train fell off its matchstick, we was massive
Went looking for a classic, like my dad did
Got hooked fell cold on plastic, like a soldier undone
Now looking onwards and over the hill
I was wrong then, and Ill do it again
A fat man sitting down won't chase you
A sugar candy covered coward I wont allow it
If I describe you this godless dream
A golden hour of ecstasy
Cuz its not written in our destiny
I wanna be, I wanna be
If all I've given would bloom in sand
The world would know me for who I am
Maybe your soul would see all me
I wanna be, I wanna be
Im sicking 666 Im going down with the bricks
This aint no gangster sermon soul
I used to be a little lock stock, with a beast in a bottle
Lemme break this down once more
I really gotta get a hold on this ima lose my grip
I want your smile turn sparkling gold
We lose hope we let got from the top like a belly flop
I got my snake eyes set on you
If I describe you this godless dream
A golden hour of ecstasy
Cuz its not written in our destiny
I wanna be, I wanna be
If all I've given would bloom in sand
The world would know me for who I am
Maybe your soul would see all me
I wanna be, I wanna be
Went looking for a classic
Went looking for a
Classic
Went looking for a classic
Went looking for a
Classic
My train fell off its matchstick, we was massive
Went looking for a classic, like my dad did
Got hooked fell cold on plastic, like a soldier undone
Now looking onwards and over the hill
I was wrong then, and Ill do it again
A fat man sitting down won't chase you
A sugar candy covered coward I wont allow it
If I describe you this godless dream
A golden hour of ecstasy
Cuz its not written in our destiny
I wanna be, I wanna be
If all I've given would bloom in sand
The world would know me for who I am
Maybe your soul would see all me
I wanna be, I wanna be
Im sicking 666 Im going down with the bricks
This aint no gangster sermon soul
I used to be a little lock stock, with a beast in a bottle
Lemme break this down once more
I really gotta get a hold on this ima lose my grip
I want your smile turn sparkling gold
We lose hope we let got from the top like a belly flop
I got my snake eyes set on you
If I describe you this godless dream
A golden hour of ecstasy
Cuz its not written in our destiny
I wanna be, I wanna be
If all I've given would bloom in sand
The world would know me for who I am
Maybe your soul would see all me
I wanna be, I wanna be
Went looking for a classic
Went looking for a
Classic
Went looking for a classic
Went looking for a
Classic
Credits
Writer(s): Greg S Piper, Neal Robert Warner
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