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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Time is Dead
Time is Dead
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Riley Figueroa
Riley Figueroa
Texte
NEXTIME
NEXTIME
Komponist:in

Lyrics

Ash your cigarette on my neck
Baby I just need to feel
Tell me what you want baby
I'll pick you up I need a view
I'm needing you
I'm pleading to
Just feel something
Cause I've been numb for so long
Tell my problems come along
I feel all I do is wrong
Let me just fucking get along
With the fucking voices in my head
Telling me how to fuck up every time
Alienate until I'm dead
Don't where I'm headed
But I've been
Filling my heart up
With
Everything that ain't right
Everything that ain't true
Everything that ain't you
Don't know what I'm gonna do
Don't know what I'm going through
Don't know who I'm 'bout
To turn to
Let alone turn into
Feeling blue
Moving on to purple
I don't talk much
Cause I've been hurtful
When I do, when I do
Blaming everybody for my bad nights
Every motherfucking time I fight
With every fucking blunt I light
Keep me insane for one last night
Oh, oh, oh
I don't wanna be no one
Other than me
But can I be a better me?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Can I be a better me?
A better me?
A better me?
A better me?
A better me?
A better me?
A better me?
A better me?
A better me?
A better me?
A better me?
Written by: Egan Leister, NEXTIME, Riley Figueroa
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