Count Draco - Nebula.

MEMENTO MORI

Yea
Head in the skies
Lot on my mind, uh
She dreaming out of my eyes
My baby don't wanna die
I told her "Baby we gotta die"
Yea, aim for the light
Blow out her spine
Might help her sleep tonight
Why do I try
I wanna fly
I wanna yea
Head in the skies
Lot on my mind
She's dreaming out of my eyes
My baby don't wanna die
I told her "Baby we gotta die"
Yea, aim for the light
Blow out her spine
Might help her sleep tonight, aye
Why do I try
I wanna fly
I wanna uh

Racks on me
I just want racks on me
But they turning their back on me
Why do they slack on me?
Hm, uh
Pain in the middle
Play my heart string like a fiddle
Thought you love a lot, love a little
Thought it was a sparkle, just a fizzle
Uh, yea
Racks on me
I just want racks on me
But they turning they back on me
Why do they slack on me?
Yea, uh
Pain in the middle
Play my heart string like a fiddle
Thought you loved a lot, love a little
Thought it was a sparkle, just a fizzle
Uh, yea

Individuales
Fingiendo ya es
Partes criminales
Balas, si disparan
Heart racin' till mornin'
I don't sin till mornin'
Luces bautizan me
Sintiendo heartache
Malo síntoma eh
Malo síntoma eh
Yea yea

Uh yea
Head in the skies
Lot on my mind
Tears streaming out of my eyes
My baby don't wanna die
I told her "Baby we gotta die"
Yea, aim for the light
Blow out her spine
Might help her sleep tonight, aye
Why do I try
I wanna di-
Uh, yea
Head in the skies
Lot on my mind
She dreaming out of my eyes
My baby don't wanna die
I told her "Baby we gotta die"
Yea, aim for the light
Blow out her spine
Might help her sleep tonight, aye
Why do I try
I wanna fly
Yea

Racks on me
I just want racks on me
But they turning they back on me
Why do they slack on me?
Yea, uh
Pain in the middle
Play my heart string like a fiddle
Thought she loved a lot, loved a little
Wish it was a sparkle, just a fizzle
Uh, yea
Racks on me
I just want racks on me
But they turning they back on me
Why do they slack on me?
Yea, uh
Pain in the middle
Thought you love a lot, love a little
Play my heart string like a fiddle
Thought it was a sparkle, just a fizzle
Yea, uh

Individuales
Fingiendo ya es
Partes criminales
Balas, si disparan
Heart racin' till mornin'
I don't sin till mornin'
Luces bautizan me
Sintiendo heartache
Sintiendo heartache
Malo síntoma eh

Yea let it, fuck
My, aye
My baby don't wanna die
I told her "Baby we gotta die"
Yea, aim for the light
Blow out her spine
Might help her sleep tonight, aye
Why do I try
I wanna fly
I wanna yea
Head in the skies
Lot on my mind
She streaming out of my eyes
My baby don't wanna die
I told her "Baby we gotta die"
Yea, aim for the light
Blow out her spine
Might help her sleep tonight, aye
Why do I try
I wanna fly
Yea
I wanna fly
I wanna fly
Yea say
I wanna fly
I wanna fly
Yea say
I might just die
I might just die
Yea say
I wanna fly
Baby can you let me fly?

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Writer(s): Darien Cox
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