I was lost
I used to believe 'em
Morning fever
If I live like a child I could never raise one
Much less seek Christ the redeemer
I used to see a light in her eyes
Warmth in her smile
But distance makes love a hopeless desire
What the devil devours
"Bidenomics"
The house will never be ours
My family name
Dirt or a number?
Keep me away from radio towers
I'm not in no industry
They don't want me and I want nothing
My movement's more like a ministry
Art, humanity, soul and Demna
That's God and Balenci'
I'm Pablo
A humble boy of little faith
I'll ask God in a leap of faith
How much longer will I carry weight?
Is there a song that you're proud I made?
Do you hear every word I say?
When every listener hears it differently
Who here knows what'll become of me?
I play dice in front of a mirror
I pay debts to my Caesar
Mullet boy jeans with the pandas
Like unique rides in a Honda
I play dead with the leaders
New York, New York
Are you shining for me?
I used to find rest in sunny days
Now friends stare don't alleviate
They drink forget the days
I work and hate to sleep
One of these nights will bury me
I awake forget the dream
What did I ever do to push her away?
Brown eyes, telepathy
My heart's filled with empathy
My eyes are in disbelief
My right hand belittles me
It's not that I miss who I was
I've missed opportunities
God bless the angel that's guiding me
Blessed energies
PABLO RED - CHM Lyrics
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I was lost
I used to believe 'em
Morning fever
If I live like a child I could never raise one
Much less seek Christ the redeemer
I used to see a light in her eyes
Warmth in her smile
But distance makes love a hopeless desire
What the devil devours
"Bidenomics"
The house will never be ours
My family name
Dirt or a number?
Keep me away from radio towers
I'm not in no industry
They don't want me and I want nothing
My movement's more like a ministry
Art, humanity, soul and Demna
That's God and Balenci'
I'm Pablo
A humble boy of little faith
I'll ask God in a leap of faith
How much longer will I carry weight?
Is there a song that you're proud I made?
Do you hear every word I say?
When every listener hears it differently
Who here knows what'll become of me?
I play dice in front of a mirror
I pay debts to my Caesar
Mullet boy jeans with the pandas
Like unique rides in a Honda
I play dead with the leaders
New York, New York
Are you shining for me?
I used to find rest in sunny days
Now friends stare don't alleviate
They drink forget the days
I work and hate to sleep
One of these nights will bury me
I awake forget the dream
What did I ever do to push her away?
Brown eyes, telepathy
My heart's filled with empathy
My eyes are in disbelief
My right hand belittles me
It's not that I miss who I was
I've missed opportunities
God bless the angel that's guiding me
Blessed energies
I used to believe 'em
Morning fever
If I live like a child I could never raise one
Much less seek Christ the redeemer
I used to see a light in her eyes
Warmth in her smile
But distance makes love a hopeless desire
What the devil devours
"Bidenomics"
The house will never be ours
My family name
Dirt or a number?
Keep me away from radio towers
I'm not in no industry
They don't want me and I want nothing
My movement's more like a ministry
Art, humanity, soul and Demna
That's God and Balenci'
I'm Pablo
A humble boy of little faith
I'll ask God in a leap of faith
How much longer will I carry weight?
Is there a song that you're proud I made?
Do you hear every word I say?
When every listener hears it differently
Who here knows what'll become of me?
I play dice in front of a mirror
I pay debts to my Caesar
Mullet boy jeans with the pandas
Like unique rides in a Honda
I play dead with the leaders
New York, New York
Are you shining for me?
I used to find rest in sunny days
Now friends stare don't alleviate
They drink forget the days
I work and hate to sleep
One of these nights will bury me
I awake forget the dream
What did I ever do to push her away?
Brown eyes, telepathy
My heart's filled with empathy
My eyes are in disbelief
My right hand belittles me
It's not that I miss who I was
I've missed opportunities
God bless the angel that's guiding me
Blessed energies
Writer: Jared Guzman
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