21st Century Sex Dolls
It's all on me
Apologies
I'm the fall of me, yeah
The enemy, yeah
It's all on me
I failed to hold my
Head on my neck and
My spine behind me
So, who do you love?
I'll die for your touch
I'll keep my silence
To lie in the darkness
I was born without luck
But you don't give a fuck
I know it's on me
I know it's on me
Let 'em roll
Its 42 to 45 like shit
"You ever gotten snake eyes?"
"I guess"
I feel a pistol to my head while i light it
I turn around and never find it
Las medias negras
Sus medias negras dicen mucho mas
Sus media negras me dicen la verdad
Innocence, girl, lets get reacquainted
Fuck the world and all the banks they payin'
Hate isn't this formulaic, just ruby red mixed with adderall
She the type to love, forget to love
I'm the type to fall, forget she won't
Why the fuck am i in it for?
Convince me why I shouldn't blame the Lord
Special? Baby, who ain't sentimental?
Palms are sweaty, the uneasy mental
State of being, attached to my safe
I regret the feeling that I left you there
It ain't easy like I miss you baby
Be like Jesus, get that resurrection
Fuck the living, you're already dead
Fuck this feeling, I'm already there
It's all on me
Apologies
I'm the fall of me, yeah
The enemy, yeah
It's all on me
I failed to hold my
Head on my neck and
My spine behind me
So, who do you love?
I'll die for your touch
I'll keep my silence
To lie in the darkness
I was born without luck
But you don't give a fuck
I know it's on me
I know it's on me
Let 'em roll
Its 42 to 45 like shit
"You ever gotten snake eyes?"
"I guess"
I feel a pistol to my head while i light it
I turn around and never find it
Barney was left in the streets
Now nobody loves us
The paradise for the innocent
Has an underside that is drippin' tint
In the purple haze, i'm a prince again
Not an optimist born to represent
These money things are extraordinary
So the sanctuary's feelin' godless
Today
It's soulless
I'm yellow
Summer solstice
I'm sunkissed by the voices that paved the way for my choices
Both spineless and nauseous
The cold case that is common sense
I'm fully engaged in 21st Century politics
And now two twos ain't no four
In a numbers world she's perfectly synchronized
I don't think her love guarantees a second life
Put a bullet through my head and feel the splash
Or hang a dollar on a stick and watch me run for it
Apologies
I'm the fall of me, yeah
The enemy, yeah
It's all on me
I failed to hold my
Head on my neck and
My spine behind me
So, who do you love?
I'll die for your touch
I'll keep my silence
To lie in the darkness
I was born without luck
But you don't give a fuck
I know it's on me
I know it's on me
Let 'em roll
Its 42 to 45 like shit
"You ever gotten snake eyes?"
"I guess"
I feel a pistol to my head while i light it
I turn around and never find it
Las medias negras
Sus medias negras dicen mucho mas
Sus media negras me dicen la verdad
Innocence, girl, lets get reacquainted
Fuck the world and all the banks they payin'
Hate isn't this formulaic, just ruby red mixed with adderall
She the type to love, forget to love
I'm the type to fall, forget she won't
Why the fuck am i in it for?
Convince me why I shouldn't blame the Lord
Special? Baby, who ain't sentimental?
Palms are sweaty, the uneasy mental
State of being, attached to my safe
I regret the feeling that I left you there
It ain't easy like I miss you baby
Be like Jesus, get that resurrection
Fuck the living, you're already dead
Fuck this feeling, I'm already there
It's all on me
Apologies
I'm the fall of me, yeah
The enemy, yeah
It's all on me
I failed to hold my
Head on my neck and
My spine behind me
So, who do you love?
I'll die for your touch
I'll keep my silence
To lie in the darkness
I was born without luck
But you don't give a fuck
I know it's on me
I know it's on me
Let 'em roll
Its 42 to 45 like shit
"You ever gotten snake eyes?"
"I guess"
I feel a pistol to my head while i light it
I turn around and never find it
Barney was left in the streets
Now nobody loves us
The paradise for the innocent
Has an underside that is drippin' tint
In the purple haze, i'm a prince again
Not an optimist born to represent
These money things are extraordinary
So the sanctuary's feelin' godless
Today
It's soulless
I'm yellow
Summer solstice
I'm sunkissed by the voices that paved the way for my choices
Both spineless and nauseous
The cold case that is common sense
I'm fully engaged in 21st Century politics
And now two twos ain't no four
In a numbers world she's perfectly synchronized
I don't think her love guarantees a second life
Put a bullet through my head and feel the splash
Or hang a dollar on a stick and watch me run for it
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Guzman
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