There's a swarm in my stomach
I think it's probably just my head
And my girl, she's a stone
I think your mother suits me more...
I calm myself on evenings with anything you smoke
Rest my head on the ceiling, thinking
I think your mother suits me more...
It's out of my hands.
I'm hidden like a stow away, I'm hidden like a stow away
You can call me a suitcase, you can carry me around
You can carry me around, you can call me suitcase
You can call me suitcase, you can carry me around...
Soft Skills - Suitcase Lyrics
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There's a swarm in my stomach
I think it's probably just my head
And my girl, she's a stone
I think your mother suits me more...
I calm myself on evenings with anything you smoke
Rest my head on the ceiling, thinking
I think your mother suits me more...
It's out of my hands.
I'm hidden like a stow away, I'm hidden like a stow away
You can call me a suitcase, you can carry me around
You can carry me around, you can call me suitcase
You can call me suitcase, you can carry me around...
I think it's probably just my head
And my girl, she's a stone
I think your mother suits me more...
I calm myself on evenings with anything you smoke
Rest my head on the ceiling, thinking
I think your mother suits me more...
It's out of my hands.
I'm hidden like a stow away, I'm hidden like a stow away
You can call me a suitcase, you can carry me around
You can carry me around, you can call me suitcase
You can call me suitcase, you can carry me around...