Sole - Pawn In The Game, Pt. 2 | Текст песни

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• Pawn In The Game, Pt. 2

that's the come up,
you either get down or you get up...
the world is yours (everything they don't take).
the skin is real (but the feelings are fake).
i can lie myself to a retirement home.
we're gods of bacteria 'til we dissolve.
if i wake up crying, there's nothing wrong.
if i wake up with you standing on my chest,
i'll cut myself open and swallow you up.
you wouldn't know love, you rent all your drama
and re-enact the happy endings all to yourself.
if we walk the same plank and draw the same blanks
in empty space where people grow old
and i find these notes hidden under stones i turn...
this one says, "spawn some seedlings before the end of the world."
call me back when alone
but i can't find some numbers or some space, some room to grow.
hope a room to think positive thoughts with someone else's decisions.
changing channels on someone i tolerate.
the last safe place out of my arms reach
that's my rich man's death bed where life is a comic book.
my doctor's a comedian and tells me i'm dying.
like i don't already know, doc. where's my trophy?
i'm too sober for my own good.
dead to the world, 'cept my family and friends.
you had your chance, now, this is what you do with it.
blow me away, blow me away, blow me away, blow me away
to another day, loc.
'cause i'm feeling loc'd than a motherfucker. that ain't no joke.
i'm just a pawn in the game, a pawn in the game, a pawn in the game...

so it’s me god again
i was just wondering if you'd like to peep my fat demo
get back at me at godisthelord@happylivesfat.net
get at me kid

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