The city lights are trying so hard to shine as bright as you
There is no mystery above if there are no questions dying for answers
I stand at the foot of forever
Uncomfortably aware that I'm slowly loosing air
But I laugh without a care
The percentage of infinity is the key to understanding
That my life nothing but a mother f*cking dream
To my brothers wrapped in animal skins
I hope the weather has not taken you in
You helped piece back a broken home
When I was fading dust of antelope bones
See how the Earth shakes and makes you tremble
There will be no ballot I am on your level
Don't lower your voice now
There's no need to whisper at me
I'm trading my place in a hospital bed for fifteen minutes of casting shadows on the wall
A broken mirror as result of a fall
Misplaced blinders have you kicking the stall
I'm lost and I'm gone but I haven't a care
I'm peacefully crashing and burning here with you
We are orphaned children without a boxcar
We are finding the center of the radar
I'm changing my scales to the color of money and then I'm setting myself on fire
Don't lower your voice now there's no need to whisper to me
We were nothing more than paper mâché
Hell, I kinda like it more this way
I was picking grass and throwing it on your lap
Your sacred word is just a shitty poem to me
I got the top down ridin' and I'm driving straight into the pavement
Don't lower your voice now there's no need to whisper at me
Drone Pop - Used to Be Lyrics
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The city lights are trying so hard to shine as bright as you
There is no mystery above if there are no questions dying for answers
I stand at the foot of forever
Uncomfortably aware that I'm slowly loosing air
But I laugh without a care
The percentage of infinity is the key to understanding
That my life nothing but a mother f*cking dream
To my brothers wrapped in animal skins
I hope the weather has not taken you in
You helped piece back a broken home
When I was fading dust of antelope bones
See how the Earth shakes and makes you tremble
There will be no ballot I am on your level
Don't lower your voice now
There's no need to whisper at me
I'm trading my place in a hospital bed for fifteen minutes of casting shadows on the wall
A broken mirror as result of a fall
Misplaced blinders have you kicking the stall
I'm lost and I'm gone but I haven't a care
I'm peacefully crashing and burning here with you
We are orphaned children without a boxcar
We are finding the center of the radar
I'm changing my scales to the color of money and then I'm setting myself on fire
Don't lower your voice now there's no need to whisper to me
We were nothing more than paper mâché
Hell, I kinda like it more this way
I was picking grass and throwing it on your lap
Your sacred word is just a shitty poem to me
I got the top down ridin' and I'm driving straight into the pavement
Don't lower your voice now there's no need to whisper at me
There is no mystery above if there are no questions dying for answers
I stand at the foot of forever
Uncomfortably aware that I'm slowly loosing air
But I laugh without a care
The percentage of infinity is the key to understanding
That my life nothing but a mother f*cking dream
To my brothers wrapped in animal skins
I hope the weather has not taken you in
You helped piece back a broken home
When I was fading dust of antelope bones
See how the Earth shakes and makes you tremble
There will be no ballot I am on your level
Don't lower your voice now
There's no need to whisper at me
I'm trading my place in a hospital bed for fifteen minutes of casting shadows on the wall
A broken mirror as result of a fall
Misplaced blinders have you kicking the stall
I'm lost and I'm gone but I haven't a care
I'm peacefully crashing and burning here with you
We are orphaned children without a boxcar
We are finding the center of the radar
I'm changing my scales to the color of money and then I'm setting myself on fire
Don't lower your voice now there's no need to whisper to me
We were nothing more than paper mâché
Hell, I kinda like it more this way
I was picking grass and throwing it on your lap
Your sacred word is just a shitty poem to me
I got the top down ridin' and I'm driving straight into the pavement
Don't lower your voice now there's no need to whisper at me
Writer: Dirk Jolley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid