Belle Mort

Cause I just need more time
Run the clock, grant me another life woah
Cause I just need more signs
More things to tell me that I'm alive
Put it in motion
This lifestyle too hard, I get it get going
I know that my style too hard, you take it then go away
Just know that I got you when your conscience is choking
Who the fuck you gon be when I'm not in the picture?
And who the fuck you gon be when you're not on the liquor?
Its like, fuck you I don't want another chance
I got way too many options I might kill myself in France
And I might, go rot in the hole that you sought for me
You act tough but you're always so soft for me

Please pretend like I'm asleep
Your words are useless and your talk is cheap
And please don't tell me what to think
If you read my thoughts then I swear you'd weep

You can be the master of your fate, you can be the captain of your soul
But you have to realize that life is coming from you and not at you

I'm not asking you to never give up, sometimes you gotta let go
Just don't let anyone change who you are, kay?



Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Mccullough
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