The Cry In the Corridor
Wait 'till I get my money right
To be fair I'm just a humble servant
Who doesn't sleep at night
Wait 'till I get my money right
To be fair we're just a cursed persons
But I don't really mind
Most loved therefore most hated, we'll dance away the dawn
Even the nicest flowers sprout and bloom and die and rot (rot)
Left the flame unattended, a burn you couldn't feel
She let's me know she isn't perfect but she's always real
Just how you're lowly
How you're folding, he's the lowest form
Wait 'till I get my money right
To be fair I'm just a humble servant
Who doesn't sleep at night
Do you find it's a surprise they want to die?
We're just a cursed persons
But I don't really mind
Won't know a god damn thing, I Mitsubishi home
I'm stepping back ten feet when you come in close
Me and Cam we gross, shopping fabrics, clothes
Love you lots but it's time I elope alone
Just how you're lowly
How you're folding, he's the lowest form
Wait 'till I get my money right
To be fair I'm just a humble servant
Who doesn't sleep at night
Do you find it's a surprise they want to die?
We're just a cursed persons
But I don't really mind
To be fair I'm just a humble servant
Who doesn't sleep at night
Wait 'till I get my money right
To be fair we're just a cursed persons
But I don't really mind
Most loved therefore most hated, we'll dance away the dawn
Even the nicest flowers sprout and bloom and die and rot (rot)
Left the flame unattended, a burn you couldn't feel
She let's me know she isn't perfect but she's always real
Just how you're lowly
How you're folding, he's the lowest form
Wait 'till I get my money right
To be fair I'm just a humble servant
Who doesn't sleep at night
Do you find it's a surprise they want to die?
We're just a cursed persons
But I don't really mind
Won't know a god damn thing, I Mitsubishi home
I'm stepping back ten feet when you come in close
Me and Cam we gross, shopping fabrics, clothes
Love you lots but it's time I elope alone
Just how you're lowly
How you're folding, he's the lowest form
Wait 'till I get my money right
To be fair I'm just a humble servant
Who doesn't sleep at night
Do you find it's a surprise they want to die?
We're just a cursed persons
But I don't really mind
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Writer(s): Gannon Lucatero
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