Punks and Potions
Walk is the potions
cords and commotion
handbags snatched out walls when they're open
hits big city six drunk to the ocean
all down torn for
born to be broken
glues in the eyelids
used to be stylish
movement lies on a zoom full of mind shift
night vision flight vision
soon is it by lips
we need nothing and we choose to be like this
girls hurrying for sons and for husbands
bad boys worrying that mums starting love them
plans and scans
I got a funder (?)
Is all gone wrong but I candid in London
is it worth it? pitch perfect
risk further but it changed to nurse it
pick purses, nick curses
make ways to pay to keep verses
talk from the chest
all short with the best
he was caught in the mesh
short shorts and a vest
if the pay's not taking
the bed's not making
change your ways and mistakes you're making
making my way in a patiently aching
makes and mistakes with a taste for the chasing
wasted all our love
do you feel ya don't care?
oh oh ooh oh ooh oooh oooh oooh oooh x4
lost in the punks
junk off to the lungs
put a boy with his backpack
snacks in the lunch box
one stop
don't cop
jack rack blind cop
cuff bunds one tryna ... on
places don't make no sense for the winner and stompers
aint no rest in the crunch of monsters
nonsense
gotta make do
gotta make-paches (?)
bake cakes
gotta get through
aah...
cords and commotion
handbags snatched out walls when they're open
hits big city six drunk to the ocean
all down torn for
born to be broken
glues in the eyelids
used to be stylish
movement lies on a zoom full of mind shift
night vision flight vision
soon is it by lips
we need nothing and we choose to be like this
girls hurrying for sons and for husbands
bad boys worrying that mums starting love them
plans and scans
I got a funder (?)
Is all gone wrong but I candid in London
is it worth it? pitch perfect
risk further but it changed to nurse it
pick purses, nick curses
make ways to pay to keep verses
talk from the chest
all short with the best
he was caught in the mesh
short shorts and a vest
if the pay's not taking
the bed's not making
change your ways and mistakes you're making
making my way in a patiently aching
makes and mistakes with a taste for the chasing
wasted all our love
do you feel ya don't care?
oh oh ooh oh ooh oooh oooh oooh oooh x4
lost in the punks
junk off to the lungs
put a boy with his backpack
snacks in the lunch box
one stop
don't cop
jack rack blind cop
cuff bunds one tryna ... on
places don't make no sense for the winner and stompers
aint no rest in the crunch of monsters
nonsense
gotta make do
gotta make-paches (?)
bake cakes
gotta get through
aah...
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Writer(s): Niall James Merrington Galvin
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