Trash Cat
Definitely there's some uncertainty
When I talk about moving, or music, or movies
I feel like I'm acting too nervously
And they seeing right through me, I'm clueless, I'm stupid
I'm moving straight to an emergency
Cause they viewing the future, they see themselves grouping
Around me bleeding on a murder scene
It's just furthering, right now
Please do not judge me right now
Or my passions, ambitions
Irrational visions
My stamina ticking right down
Hearing you talk bout my life, forming assumptions
And scoring me out from the round
All of the clouds, starting to dawn on me now
And they warning me, taunting me, wow
It dawns on me now
They tying me up in the trash bag
They writing me off, and leave me to rot
I'm walking the streets like a trash cat
They tying me up in the trash bag
They writing me off, and leave me to rot
I'm walking the streets like a trash cat
But the cat is out of the bag
And I'm in my bag
I'm taking the cash grab
Still walking the streets like a trash cat
I don't know
I don't know if it's worth it
I don't know
I don't know what I'm searching
I don't know
I won't know if it's working
I need to
Please do not judge me right now
I'm in a difficult state
Juggling promises that I had made, and literal fate
Do I just take the leap? Will I be happier?
Should I starting praying and pray
For some definitive minimal sentences
Guiding me into the new day?
Or have I ruined that future forever?
Addictions, afflictions, a click and I'm severed
From that perfect image, my version of heaven
Or is it doomed? Is my future sealed?
Will new wounds be opened or old gashes healed?
Is there something or someone I take as a shield?
They tying me up in the trash bag
They writing me off, and leave me to rot
I'm walking the streets like a trash cat
They tying me up in the trash bag
They writing me off, and leave me to rot
I'm walking the streets like a trash cat
But the cat is out of the bag
And I'm in my bag
I'm taking the cash grab
Still walking the streets like a trash cat
Like a trash cat!
I'm in my muhfucking bag
I'm in my muhfucking bag
Like a trash cat!
They tying me up in the trash bag
They writing me off, and leave me to rot
Still walking the streets like a trash cat
Like a trash cat!
When I talk about moving, or music, or movies
I feel like I'm acting too nervously
And they seeing right through me, I'm clueless, I'm stupid
I'm moving straight to an emergency
Cause they viewing the future, they see themselves grouping
Around me bleeding on a murder scene
It's just furthering, right now
Please do not judge me right now
Or my passions, ambitions
Irrational visions
My stamina ticking right down
Hearing you talk bout my life, forming assumptions
And scoring me out from the round
All of the clouds, starting to dawn on me now
And they warning me, taunting me, wow
It dawns on me now
They tying me up in the trash bag
They writing me off, and leave me to rot
I'm walking the streets like a trash cat
They tying me up in the trash bag
They writing me off, and leave me to rot
I'm walking the streets like a trash cat
But the cat is out of the bag
And I'm in my bag
I'm taking the cash grab
Still walking the streets like a trash cat
I don't know
I don't know if it's worth it
I don't know
I don't know what I'm searching
I don't know
I won't know if it's working
I need to
Please do not judge me right now
I'm in a difficult state
Juggling promises that I had made, and literal fate
Do I just take the leap? Will I be happier?
Should I starting praying and pray
For some definitive minimal sentences
Guiding me into the new day?
Or have I ruined that future forever?
Addictions, afflictions, a click and I'm severed
From that perfect image, my version of heaven
Or is it doomed? Is my future sealed?
Will new wounds be opened or old gashes healed?
Is there something or someone I take as a shield?
They tying me up in the trash bag
They writing me off, and leave me to rot
I'm walking the streets like a trash cat
They tying me up in the trash bag
They writing me off, and leave me to rot
I'm walking the streets like a trash cat
But the cat is out of the bag
And I'm in my bag
I'm taking the cash grab
Still walking the streets like a trash cat
Like a trash cat!
I'm in my muhfucking bag
I'm in my muhfucking bag
Like a trash cat!
They tying me up in the trash bag
They writing me off, and leave me to rot
Still walking the streets like a trash cat
Like a trash cat!
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Writer(s): Charlie Longmore
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