CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Molasses

Goal posts keep on shifting
I keep on drifting while feeling misaligned
Bringing scissors to a f**king pistol fight
Bringing pistols to a nuclear missile crisis
I could host a ball, see the guests arrive
See their cheer and feel like I ain't get invited
Food for thought
There's no pesticide for what bugs my brain
So I let it fly
Verified: I'm dead inside
I just get exhausted, don't get excited
Always at some point in my depression cycle
Feel like just a side note and that's justified
I ain't fronting
On the bed I lie
On my back still trying to tell my side
On this uphill road I intend to climb
So whatever I say
Don't lеt it slide
Stone cold, petrifiеd
Only see through everybody else's eyes
I'm a taxidermy product enterprise
Holding onto things that've long since left my life, yeah
I'm just getting by on my own
Where am I? Where to go?
Shed some light
Wait, never mind; no, never mind
My feet keep leaving blood on the road
My hands have holes, can't hold nothing at all
My smile makes people feel uncomfortable