Resolve what you can and return for parades
Looseleaf tobacco made my tongue sweat for days
I'll savor our arguments
If that's all we have left to say
But hey, at least it was a ride
Checkmate, a silly life
I hate the luck I thought was arranged
We were not Sisyphus, but our stones rolled away
If you see Job, will you ask about me
And if you see Jehovah, will you dance around me
But hey, at least it was a ride
Checkmate, a silly life
Antío
Antío
Antío
Antío
Cardboard me, gave paper cuts between
Every lip-lock when we were f*cking
And every late night, speaking through bottles
Of whatever I could afford at the time
Cardboard me, gave paper cuts between
Every lip-lock when we were f*cking
And every late night, speaking through bottles
Of whatever I could afford at the time
Myrle - ANTÍO Lyrics
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Resolve what you can and return for parades
Looseleaf tobacco made my tongue sweat for days
I'll savor our arguments
If that's all we have left to say
But hey, at least it was a ride
Checkmate, a silly life
I hate the luck I thought was arranged
We were not Sisyphus, but our stones rolled away
If you see Job, will you ask about me
And if you see Jehovah, will you dance around me
But hey, at least it was a ride
Checkmate, a silly life
Antío
Antío
Antío
Antío
Cardboard me, gave paper cuts between
Every lip-lock when we were f*cking
And every late night, speaking through bottles
Of whatever I could afford at the time
Cardboard me, gave paper cuts between
Every lip-lock when we were f*cking
And every late night, speaking through bottles
Of whatever I could afford at the time
Looseleaf tobacco made my tongue sweat for days
I'll savor our arguments
If that's all we have left to say
But hey, at least it was a ride
Checkmate, a silly life
I hate the luck I thought was arranged
We were not Sisyphus, but our stones rolled away
If you see Job, will you ask about me
And if you see Jehovah, will you dance around me
But hey, at least it was a ride
Checkmate, a silly life
Antío
Antío
Antío
Antío
Cardboard me, gave paper cuts between
Every lip-lock when we were f*cking
And every late night, speaking through bottles
Of whatever I could afford at the time
Cardboard me, gave paper cuts between
Every lip-lock when we were f*cking
And every late night, speaking through bottles
Of whatever I could afford at the time
Writer: Nathan Covert
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid