Stinger

Trippin over everything
You need to catch some sleep
Deep down the depths of your thoughts
Some you keep or leave to rot
Drifting off the 5 2 8
The dinner I made don't taste the same
But I'll wait up dawn or day break
Long enough the streets concave

So we peel off down the old path
Take our time never too fast
Carried like I'm sacrificial
Smells of smoke she's a loaded pistol
Call me once we've gone too far
I can't hear lost in your car

I can't keep my tongue

Ask him to fake it one more time
Says he won't make it down your line
Sees through the edges of your lies
Don't sit right

Ask him to fake it one more time
Says he won't make it down your line
Sees through the edges of your lies
Don't sit right



Credits
Writer(s): Leonard Baron
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