Nowhere To Be.
My life is like some paper
Rip it up I see it later
The same with all my haters
Fuck it up like all my traitors
I'm Doing myself a favour
Running up my shit is nature
Men are the same but I'm a little greater
Fuck what u say I'm not a heart breaker
Keeping it backwards
Fuck what happened
Kinda keeping everyone away from my passion
Living up a little bit in my own mansion
Drop drop dead is curable fashion
Putting in time where the end starts flashing
Fuck what I say fuck all my language
My head n my soul. I'm finna be passing
Gonna be crashing
I've got no where else to go, I ain't got nowhere to be
I can't go back where I was I don't know when the pain ends
I can't see the line where I should stop I'm slowly fading
Once upon time a lonely boy wanting some patience
Never showing up I guess my only answers wasted
I can't go back where I was I don't know when the pain ends
I can't see the line where I should stop I'm slowly fading
Once upon time a lonely boy wanting some patience
Never showing up I guess my only answers wasted
Why am I so different
My grave is a fucking prison
I think that u all listen
But u don't
N I wont
Carry on with all your bullshit
A never ending story. Fuck this
I need to find the rum please pour it
To escape
The mind games
Oh wait,
The signed graves
Oh wait,
The white blames
N the meanings are the same
I complain
Every chance is a gateway
To the moon
Not knowing the views
Of the others that I knew
I've got no where else to go, I ain't got nowhere to be
I can't go back where I was I don't know when the pain ends
I can't see the line where I should stop I'm slowly fading
Once upon time a lonely boy wanting some patience
Never showing up I guess my only answers wasted
I can't go back where I was I don't know when the pain ends
I can't see the line where I should stop I'm slowly fading
Once upon time a lonely boy wanting some patience
Never showing up I guess my only answers wasted
I ain't got nowhere to be
Rip it up I see it later
The same with all my haters
Fuck it up like all my traitors
I'm Doing myself a favour
Running up my shit is nature
Men are the same but I'm a little greater
Fuck what u say I'm not a heart breaker
Keeping it backwards
Fuck what happened
Kinda keeping everyone away from my passion
Living up a little bit in my own mansion
Drop drop dead is curable fashion
Putting in time where the end starts flashing
Fuck what I say fuck all my language
My head n my soul. I'm finna be passing
Gonna be crashing
I've got no where else to go, I ain't got nowhere to be
I can't go back where I was I don't know when the pain ends
I can't see the line where I should stop I'm slowly fading
Once upon time a lonely boy wanting some patience
Never showing up I guess my only answers wasted
I can't go back where I was I don't know when the pain ends
I can't see the line where I should stop I'm slowly fading
Once upon time a lonely boy wanting some patience
Never showing up I guess my only answers wasted
Why am I so different
My grave is a fucking prison
I think that u all listen
But u don't
N I wont
Carry on with all your bullshit
A never ending story. Fuck this
I need to find the rum please pour it
To escape
The mind games
Oh wait,
The signed graves
Oh wait,
The white blames
N the meanings are the same
I complain
Every chance is a gateway
To the moon
Not knowing the views
Of the others that I knew
I've got no where else to go, I ain't got nowhere to be
I can't go back where I was I don't know when the pain ends
I can't see the line where I should stop I'm slowly fading
Once upon time a lonely boy wanting some patience
Never showing up I guess my only answers wasted
I can't go back where I was I don't know when the pain ends
I can't see the line where I should stop I'm slowly fading
Once upon time a lonely boy wanting some patience
Never showing up I guess my only answers wasted
I ain't got nowhere to be
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Writer(s): Samuel Bradley
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