Losing, after eight and
You ain't going back to that night, no
Moving, out my brain
You can take away the sadness, oh
It's dark
I cannot see with no light on
Running around with my eyes closed
Waiting for god to decide
It's taking long
But the bible
Speaking of something, revival
More than I think than I'm made of
Getting from cradle to grave
It's coming it's coming quick
I do not know what you're saying
What kinda game am I playing
Nothing ain't ever my favour
Missing the summer savour
I try
Sick of the bitter, be better the sweet
I'm sick of the cycle,I'm stuck on repeat
Struggle to sleep till I'm taking a toke
I hope that I make it I'm more than a joke
Getting a cheque cause I'm sick of it, broke
I kill in 3-2-1 making me choke
Coming from P-E-10 make it a note
If only
All of the world wasn't phony
Leaches all acting like homies
Get off me you do not know me
Losing, after eight
And you ain't going back to that night
Moving, out my brain
You can take away the sadness
Back in the day when I'm young
Used to run chasing my brother for fun
When we separate something was wrong
Maybe cause, knew that our daddy was gone
23.12.08 it had come
Something that changes you, what I become
Drowning my sorry in chemical fun
Got a bit scared of the man I become
Think of your face when I'm falling asleep
Know that you're gone, an the thought make me wheep
Help me a loosing it, get in too deep
Making a masterpiece never been cheap
I figure, compared to whatever you got
I could do better I'll give a shot
Sick of the weather
Cause summer come never
I'm chasing Nirvana repetitive
Karma come negative
Stop
I'm losing whatever my sense of realitys left
Its getting me down but I gotta protest
Maybe be better for all of the rest
If I hang up my cape
Never an option although I debate
Don't want loose and give prop to the hate
Hard to decide but I gotta just wait
I just been loosing it since I was eight
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Losing, after eight and
You ain't going back to that night, no
Moving, out my brain
You can take away the sadness, oh
It's dark
I cannot see with no light on
Running around with my eyes closed
Waiting for god to decide
It's taking long
But the bible
Speaking of something, revival
More than I think than I'm made of
Getting from cradle to grave
It's coming it's coming quick
I do not know what you're saying
What kinda game am I playing
Nothing ain't ever my favour
Missing the summer savour
I try
Sick of the bitter, be better the sweet
I'm sick of the cycle,I'm stuck on repeat
Struggle to sleep till I'm taking a toke
I hope that I make it I'm more than a joke
Getting a cheque cause I'm sick of it, broke
I kill in 3-2-1 making me choke
Coming from P-E-10 make it a note
If only
All of the world wasn't phony
Leaches all acting like homies
Get off me you do not know me
Losing, after eight
And you ain't going back to that night
Moving, out my brain
You can take away the sadness
Back in the day when I'm young
Used to run chasing my brother for fun
When we separate something was wrong
Maybe cause, knew that our daddy was gone
23.12.08 it had come
Something that changes you, what I become
Drowning my sorry in chemical fun
Got a bit scared of the man I become
Think of your face when I'm falling asleep
Know that you're gone, an the thought make me wheep
Help me a loosing it, get in too deep
Making a masterpiece never been cheap
I figure, compared to whatever you got
I could do better I'll give a shot
Sick of the weather
Cause summer come never
I'm chasing Nirvana repetitive
Karma come negative
Stop
I'm losing whatever my sense of realitys left
Its getting me down but I gotta protest
Maybe be better for all of the rest
If I hang up my cape
Never an option although I debate
Don't want loose and give prop to the hate
Hard to decide but I gotta just wait
I just been loosing it since I was eight
You ain't going back to that night, no
Moving, out my brain
You can take away the sadness, oh
It's dark
I cannot see with no light on
Running around with my eyes closed
Waiting for god to decide
It's taking long
But the bible
Speaking of something, revival
More than I think than I'm made of
Getting from cradle to grave
It's coming it's coming quick
I do not know what you're saying
What kinda game am I playing
Nothing ain't ever my favour
Missing the summer savour
I try
Sick of the bitter, be better the sweet
I'm sick of the cycle,I'm stuck on repeat
Struggle to sleep till I'm taking a toke
I hope that I make it I'm more than a joke
Getting a cheque cause I'm sick of it, broke
I kill in 3-2-1 making me choke
Coming from P-E-10 make it a note
If only
All of the world wasn't phony
Leaches all acting like homies
Get off me you do not know me
Losing, after eight
And you ain't going back to that night
Moving, out my brain
You can take away the sadness
Back in the day when I'm young
Used to run chasing my brother for fun
When we separate something was wrong
Maybe cause, knew that our daddy was gone
23.12.08 it had come
Something that changes you, what I become
Drowning my sorry in chemical fun
Got a bit scared of the man I become
Think of your face when I'm falling asleep
Know that you're gone, an the thought make me wheep
Help me a loosing it, get in too deep
Making a masterpiece never been cheap
I figure, compared to whatever you got
I could do better I'll give a shot
Sick of the weather
Cause summer come never
I'm chasing Nirvana repetitive
Karma come negative
Stop
I'm losing whatever my sense of realitys left
Its getting me down but I gotta protest
Maybe be better for all of the rest
If I hang up my cape
Never an option although I debate
Don't want loose and give prop to the hate
Hard to decide but I gotta just wait
I just been loosing it since I was eight
Writer: Josh Theaker
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