Thrown Around

Getting to my wealth is getting to my health
Couldn't be myself for long
Getting to my wealth, everything that's right
Everything that's right is wrong

As an animal, programmed or it's not programmed
There's a gun in the small of my back
An itch that you can't scratch that takes me all
Takes me all over the world

Gets me thrown around
Gets me thrown around
Gets me thrown around
Gets you thrown around

Around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, around
Gets thrown around, around, around, around
Around, around, around

I live for a call back
History loves to rhyme
So I look to the past
For everything lasting

Gets me thrown around
Gets me thrown around
Around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, around

Gets thrown around
Around, around, around, around
Around, around (gets thrown around)
Around, around, around, around

It's an itch that Nietzsche can't reach, the vicar can't preach
The guru can't teach, it's all at my feet
The need to be seen is turning us green
I find and they keep, they're living my dream
I live on my screen, there's skim in my cream
But they take me all over the world

Thrown around (gets thrown around)
(Around, around, around, around, around) whoo

Gets thrown around, around, around
Around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, around

Around, around, around, around (gets me thrown around)
Around, around, around, around (gets me thrown around)
Around, around, around, around, around (gets you thrown around)
Around (gets me thrown around), around, around, around

I'm familiar like the cold
Like a bursting pipe, like a bar fight
I'm familiar, like a late train
Like the sentiment of a film I've seen again
And again and again and again in my mind
(Around, around, around, around)
(Around, around, around, around) in my mind
(Around, around, around, around)



Credits
Writer(s): James Blake Litherland, Jameela Jamil, Dominic Patric Maker
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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