Original lyrics, beat by David Counce
We were just words
And we were just feelings
And we were just wrong for each other
We were stealing
And we were just birds
Up Fly past the cieling
And we were just songs to each other
What I'm hearing
You got the soul mix baby with the steering
And you got the whole fix baby with the earrings
Pull out your old tricks show em what your clearing
Girls got the cold six shooter that im fearing
Blow out the smoke quick after its appearing
No doubt the smokes thick gotta leave em cheering
Whole crowd is bold sick that'll get em tearing
That girl is gold pick bioengineering
I know my past self felt more on the borderline
So I will never stop till I feel more than immortalized
Not scoring demoralized
I'm hyped to born alive
And I'm not afraid of death
I'm scared of living a shorter life
This world is cut to pieces by the reporters knife
Imported to our tvs and recorded before our eyes
supported by several ties
That means that they never lie
Distorted then aborted just to fuck with the other guy
Im runnin the track to test my luck with the by and by
Got struck by the dying sky
I'm struck by your sighing crys
I'm gunning it back to rest my cuts and my wounded whys
I'm fuming and shooting high
But I know what's up tonight
I got the message when you shot me the sorta sight
That dropped me to quarter light
My god is there more to plight?
I bought the force so my insource had a war fight
That sure didnt store it right
Im sore to the core despite
Now he's facing the ghost in the mirror x2
We were just words
And we were just feelings
And we were just wrong for each other
We were stealing
And we were just birds
Up Fly past the cieling
And we were just songs to each other
What I'm hearing
My brain impulses like a trigger slip synapses
No more love when the moment slips past this
The words put the nerves to the curves and collapses
Dead lips now put his heart in a casket
His breath dips down as the crown upon him cracks his
Best grip now wasn't found around this axis
The west trip now could amount to only blackness
He best sit down as the moon above him waxes
Now he's facing the ghost in the mirror x4
We were just words
And we were just feelings
And we were just wrong for each other
We were stealing
And we were just birds
Up Fly past the cieling
And we were just songs to each other
What I'm hearing x2
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