Tightropes & RazorBlades
I can't hear you But I feel you now
Thought I'd find you but I'd never find out
Thought I lost You but you keeping me around
I don't wanna fight I just wanna sleep at night
Hanging on a tightrope I can't
Get a grip of all the blades stuck in my hand
Baby got me phsyco again
I forget that all my feelings are irrelevant and that ain't just the half of it
Hanging on a tightrope I can't
Get a grip of all the blades stuck in my hand
Boutta roll me up a back, back at it again
I forget that all my feelings are irrelevant and that ain't just the half of it
Way that I shot like a sawed-off You might really wanna think about it
You might wanna think ahead when you telling friends how you really feel about me
Stop comparing me to anybody when you on the stretcher I'm your antibody
Pick and choose no stop and go It's too late for the antidote
2 swishers I'm onna roll
Steve Nash with the pick and roll
One more thing and I'm outta here
Take the keys and hit the road
I'm the type to get up outta here
I just thought I should let you know
You constantly talking shit and I'm completely over it
Hanging on a tightrope I can't
Get a grip of all the blades stuck in my hand
Baby got me phsyco again
I forget that all my feelings are irrelevant and that ain't just the half of it
Hanging on a tightrope I can't
Get a grip of all the blades stuck in my hand
Boutta roll me up a back, back at it again
I forget that all my feelings are irrelevant and that ain't just the half of it
Thought I'd find you but I'd never find out
Thought I lost You but you keeping me around
I don't wanna fight I just wanna sleep at night
Hanging on a tightrope I can't
Get a grip of all the blades stuck in my hand
Baby got me phsyco again
I forget that all my feelings are irrelevant and that ain't just the half of it
Hanging on a tightrope I can't
Get a grip of all the blades stuck in my hand
Boutta roll me up a back, back at it again
I forget that all my feelings are irrelevant and that ain't just the half of it
Way that I shot like a sawed-off You might really wanna think about it
You might wanna think ahead when you telling friends how you really feel about me
Stop comparing me to anybody when you on the stretcher I'm your antibody
Pick and choose no stop and go It's too late for the antidote
2 swishers I'm onna roll
Steve Nash with the pick and roll
One more thing and I'm outta here
Take the keys and hit the road
I'm the type to get up outta here
I just thought I should let you know
You constantly talking shit and I'm completely over it
Hanging on a tightrope I can't
Get a grip of all the blades stuck in my hand
Baby got me phsyco again
I forget that all my feelings are irrelevant and that ain't just the half of it
Hanging on a tightrope I can't
Get a grip of all the blades stuck in my hand
Boutta roll me up a back, back at it again
I forget that all my feelings are irrelevant and that ain't just the half of it
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Writer(s): Jaidan Whorton
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