Short On Luck

Don't worry of your black heart
There's no need to over flow
The beating had a false start
And your father will always know
You took it in the best stride
Hoping your sister would never Know that daddy had a bad side
He kept hidden down below

Woah oh
Woah oh
Woah oh
Woah oh

Growing up was alright
Trading sticks and breaking bones
And Living in your own mind Finding freedom in every note
But then you met a second heart Showed you "Left Of The Dial"
Spinning on that 45
You fought back with a microphone

Woah oh
Woah oh
Woah oh
Woah oh

While you were growing up and you were short on luck
Your headphones set to drown
But you can close your eyes and think of alibis
Athena won't hear a sound
But here's to waking up the blood thats in your cup
And you can scream "Im Still Alive"
We're all still alive

Woah oh
Woah oh
Woah oh
Woah oh
Woah oh
Woah oh



Credits
Writer(s): Kalel Gil Rodríguez
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