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Private Island - Driver şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Private Island

albüm: Driver


It must be the year of the dead horse
You keep beating my head against the wall
Guess December is for talking shit
Is if you're not when you're always been
We divide ourselves
Our spines turned into gel
I overthink 'til I'm sick
Good times run quick
This shit on my mind
Were placed there by design
The sand in my eyes
I'm distracted again
1-800-in-my-head
♪
Watching minutes fly by like billboards
From the backseat they blur into one
I guess time and money really are the same shit
If time is money, I ain't made shit
This pace can't be good for health
My bones turned into gel
I overthink 'til I'm sick
Good times run quick
This shit on my mind
We placed there by design
The sand in my eyes
I'm distracted again
1-800-in-my-head
Another fool
Another ruse
Just fool, yeah
Snake eyes they staring at the side of my neck
Another fool
Another ruse
Just fool, yeah
Snake eyes are weighted
I keep rolin' for what?
Another fool
Another ruse
Just fool, yeah
Snake eyes they staring at the side of my neck
Another fool
Another ruse
Just fool, yeah
Snake eyes are weighted
I keep rolling for what?
♪
I'm distracted again
1-800-in-my-head
I'm distracted again
1-800-in-my-head

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