Pamplona
Hear the horns, and then see 'em
Don't let fear be born before the diem
Bulls eyes set on the coliseum
Know we built cages
But whose hands free 'em?
Not many die, but some do
Wouldn't step foot in the arena we run to
They want art same way that Sun Tzu does
So I'm in a Gucci matador suit when I come through
Black snakeskin boots
White flag painted red
For good use
Carolina ground taught deep roots
Deep roots
So we'd know as well as anyone
We're running out time before the show
Through the air, I see it changing
The color of the roses that they throw
Oh, this July heat is on us
We'll always find a way to stay on fire
Standing still in the streets of Pamplona
Knowing nothing else can get us higher
Would you rather be loved, or sane?
Metal on my wrist, but I wear no chains
Blood, sweat, tears, gotta stay hydrated
And jump like sand when the ground vibrates
Choked up mother, don't cry for your son
Got a chamber full and a hammer for a tongue
Two parted machine, but it move like one
If the sun or moon's up, then we're not yet done
Black snakeskin boots
White flag painted red
For good use
Feet stand firm, but I keep loose
Keep loose
So we'd know as well as anyone
We're running out time before the show
Through the air, I see it changing
The color of the roses that they throw
Oh, this July heat is on us
We'll always find a way to stay on fire
Standing still in the streets of Pamplona
Knowing nothing else can get us higher
Standing still in the streets of Pamplona
Don't let fear be born before the diem
Bulls eyes set on the coliseum
Know we built cages
But whose hands free 'em?
Not many die, but some do
Wouldn't step foot in the arena we run to
They want art same way that Sun Tzu does
So I'm in a Gucci matador suit when I come through
Black snakeskin boots
White flag painted red
For good use
Carolina ground taught deep roots
Deep roots
So we'd know as well as anyone
We're running out time before the show
Through the air, I see it changing
The color of the roses that they throw
Oh, this July heat is on us
We'll always find a way to stay on fire
Standing still in the streets of Pamplona
Knowing nothing else can get us higher
Would you rather be loved, or sane?
Metal on my wrist, but I wear no chains
Blood, sweat, tears, gotta stay hydrated
And jump like sand when the ground vibrates
Choked up mother, don't cry for your son
Got a chamber full and a hammer for a tongue
Two parted machine, but it move like one
If the sun or moon's up, then we're not yet done
Black snakeskin boots
White flag painted red
For good use
Feet stand firm, but I keep loose
Keep loose
So we'd know as well as anyone
We're running out time before the show
Through the air, I see it changing
The color of the roses that they throw
Oh, this July heat is on us
We'll always find a way to stay on fire
Standing still in the streets of Pamplona
Knowing nothing else can get us higher
Standing still in the streets of Pamplona
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Writer(s): Parker Mathews, Bryce Vanhook
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