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Well so am i, i m in his shoes, well so am i
So somebody new had to proove i m, well so am i
Continue to lose, continue to lose
and every time always in a line
when i remember that i m
here i was holding your place when i made a move
an oil can from my mind
Assuming the opposite don t come at all, an oil can from my mind
And i can do laps in my room so my body is dry, nobody likes the police, i m in his shoes
i d rather kick around the old news
so somebody new had to proove i m
Like maybe i made myself my old man, well so am i
Still your family will say they love you, i gotta write em on a paper Oil, what s on your mind
Like maybe i made myself my old man, i d rather kick around the old news, and blood can t be thicker when water is rushing in
and every time always in a line
what s on your mind
i gotta write em on a paper
so somebody new had to proove i m
it seems from the west plane to the east
Made myself into what i was waiting for, continue to lose
Well he s got the looks in the family, cause they re all marching to their own groove, it seems from the west plane to the east
And every time always in a line, well he s got the looks in the family, well so am i
What s on your mind, and every time always in a line
And i can do laps in my room so my body is dry, an oil can from my mind Infantree, wherever you re going they won t turn around now
well he s got the looks in the family
I m in his shoes, wherever you re going they won t turn around now, so somebody new had to proove i m
An oil can from my mind, what s on your mind
Constantly cutting the corners, here i was holding your place when i made a move
Like maybe i made myself my old man, but i ve got the blues
And i can do laps in my room so my body is dry, what s on your mind, well he s got the looks in the family
And blood can t be thicker when water is rushing in, it seems from the west plane to the east Can, imagination starts to taper
Like maybe i made myself my old man, and every time always in a line, assuming the opposite don t come at all
i d rather kick around the old news
made myself into what i was waiting for
seems like somebody
I d rather kick around the old news, i sink when i m stoned
What s on your mind, and every time always in a line Oil, and i can do laps in my room so my body is dry
continue to lose
Imagination starts to taper, but i ve got the blues Infantree, when i remember that i m
Imagination starts to taper, what s on your mind, you sell out your mother
So hasten your vacancy til you re around for good, what s on your mind Can, nobody likes the police
Nobody likes the police, well so am i, like maybe i made myself my old man
Wherever you re going they won t turn around now, imagination starts to taper
Imagination starts to taper, so hasten your vacancy til you re around for good, well so am i
Constantly cutting the corners, i gotta write em on a paper
What s on your mind, wherever you re going they won t turn around now, cause they re all marching to their own groove
I m in his shoes, continue to lose
Imagination starts to taper, like maybe i made myself my old man, i m in his shoes
Wherever you re going they won t turn around now, well so am i, so somebody new had to proove i m
Just treading water, wherever you re going they won t turn around now Infantree, well so am i
i gotta write em on a paper
i gotta write em on a paper
and blood can t be thicker when water is rushing in
Here i was holding your place when i made a move, it seems from the west plane to the east Infantree, an oil can from my mind
Well so am i, so somebody new had to proove i m Oil, just treading water
and every time always in a line