Chandeliers

Hey, go back to Kensucky, farm boy
If it goes down, would you help me read a ransom
KY shit
I could lead a crowd boy I feel like Charles Manson
Twenty hoes around me at the, yeah yeah

I could lead a crowd boy I feel like Charles Manson
Twenty hoes around me in the party at the mansion
If it goes down, would you help me read the ransom
It could go down further south than the banjos
On the way up, make a bitch throw a tantrum
It's rubbing off on me, women dancing like a rhinestone
'09 Reggie bush, yeah, I'm jumping through the pylon
If I could write my list of wrongs, It'd be a mile long
All my friends dead or they dead to me
I hate to say that shit, know it's been getting to me
I thought that it would be like the coming-of-age movies
That I would watch in the VHS cabinet
I ain't got the best habits
I just took a breather now I'm back at it
Matter fact, I think I'm stuck in it
Push me to the point, don't give a fuck really

'Cause I can't say a thing if she ask how I'm feeling
All that I can see is chandeliers in the ceiling
You can make it ring, you can ask how I'm feeling
All that I can see is chandeliers in the ceiling

I could lead a crowd, boy, I feel like Charles Manson
Twenty hoes around me in the party at the mansion
If it goes down, would you help me read the ransom?
It could go down further south than the banjos
On the way up, make a bitch throw a tantrum
It's rubbing off on me, women dancing like a rhinestone
'09 Reggie bush, yeah, I'm jumping through the pylon
If I could write my list of wrongs, It'd be a mile long
All my friends dead or they dead to me
I hate to say that shit, know it's been getting to me
I thought that it would be like the coming-of-age movies
That I would watch in the VHS cabinet
I ain't got the best habits
I just took a breather now I'm back at it
Matter fact, I think I'm stuck in it
Push me to the point, don't give a fuck really



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