I can't
Stop The retreat
Inside my mind now
Bombshells will drop
On the way out
Hostess for your feelings
Hostess while you're dreaming
And all along
You stole the show
You dropped a bombshell
Tom Bell trapped in the L
Oss of my favorite thing
The walls are closing in
My ears begin to ring
I can't stop noticing
The relations i must bring
To relate to everything
So i guess that's bartering
To win the losing lottery
Minimum wage, no yet no salary
Keep it bottled up like it's alchemy
Maybe this is not, meant for me
Meant for me
Stole my heart
And all my art
And all that's left is gone
Save Your Art
To Show
Off for Me
Off for me
Speaking of that i know my time
My words my rhymes
My close, My time
Maybe this is not, meant for me
Meant for me
Stole my heart
And all my art
And all that's left is gone
1, 2, 3, 4
Measures, BPM
My heart beats per minute
Made, lemonade, drink it you salty?
Nah you sour, so sad catch me sitting
In the shower
Passing them hours, Sometimes i get mad
And you know that's when the good feels so bad