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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Perry Wilson
Perry Wilson
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Perry Wilson
Perry Wilson
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Perry Wilson
Perry Wilson
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Lyrics

The wind on my face
Baby, the windows are closed
Maybe I'm down on my luck
Baby, I've been doing everything
Put my middle fingers up
Give a fuck about nothing
Fuck up out my face
When I'm feeling safe
I'm in touch with some holy saints
Everybody down bad
Like a high school white boy
What you fight for
Faithful to the god on my nightstand
I ain't got a gun, though
But my voice finna make 'em all run to the angels
I'm on break from the bullshit of bankrolls
I'm bossy, impatient, I'm angry
You would love me
If you hate me
You would love me
If you hate me
Would you love me
If you hate me
Would you love me
If you hate me
I don't know
This is not enough
So I jump till I die
Long rides
Hallways
Lifelines
I swear
I'm fried
Don't go
Run, run from heartbreak
Crazy contagious, it's nature
Take turns, it tastes like some DM me
DMT, she gon' love me in my high dreams
High beams
Highly enlightening
Tight squeeze
I fit, but I know me
My fist is my song
And my feats
My friends, it's my fault
I can't speak
Tongue-tied
On a Tuesday
Better lose weight
I'ma chase
Till I'm Usain
Insane
But I'm not
Cuz she's too fake
I'ma brace for the pain
Of a doomsday
I ain't even sad
This a blue phase
There's a new way
There's a whole new squad
Waiting on my call
I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna say
Anything that's wrong
This is not enough
So I jump till I die
Long rides
Hallways
Lifelines
I swear
I'm fried
Written by: Perry Wilson
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