Orphan
It goes music
It goes music
Love, melancholy shrugs
Reflection of the red sky, I show no love
No mercy to them weirdos, my soul's dispersed
Humbling the past, future's black, the sun is cursed, it's like
I got the earth in my palms, I'm mad calm, on some next shit, (?)
It's life-long however
Take your time out that shit is real
But the sky's infrared, yo, with beams to kill
If I shall die, I would say
No one is to blame for my lonely heart
Cause this city's dead, off with his head
They put us all to shame
Problem's still unsolved
You better choose your lives
You're losing life
You're losing life
Real, recognize, real
Emotionally paralysed, you're paralysed, you're paralysed
It's just the way that I feel
I'm packing my bags, I'm gone for the winter
Oh my, oh my, oh my, what a hell of a year
I'm packing my bags, I'm gone for the winter
Come roll with me, it's time to get up out of here
Fly side by side in the desert breeze
I will never change
How you like me raw?
Strong will cry for the weak man's pain
And the earth will do the same
Cause it's nature's law
It ain't like I choose to cry
I'm born to fly, lose my mind
It's just the way that I feel
And I won't apologize, apologize, apologize
Real, recognize, real
I'm packing my bags, I'm gone for the winter
Oh my, oh my, oh my, what a hell of a year
I'm packing my bags, I'm gone for the winter
Come roll with me, it's time to get up out of here
(?)
We be want me piece of mind
But the man want stress
Me cold as ice
Cold as ice, ice, ice, ice
Don't you leave me there or here
Don't you leave me
Don't you leave me there or here
Don't you leave me
It goes music
Love, melancholy shrugs
Reflection of the red sky, I show no love
No mercy to them weirdos, my soul's dispersed
Humbling the past, future's black, the sun is cursed, it's like
I got the earth in my palms, I'm mad calm, on some next shit, (?)
It's life-long however
Take your time out that shit is real
But the sky's infrared, yo, with beams to kill
If I shall die, I would say
No one is to blame for my lonely heart
Cause this city's dead, off with his head
They put us all to shame
Problem's still unsolved
You better choose your lives
You're losing life
You're losing life
Real, recognize, real
Emotionally paralysed, you're paralysed, you're paralysed
It's just the way that I feel
I'm packing my bags, I'm gone for the winter
Oh my, oh my, oh my, what a hell of a year
I'm packing my bags, I'm gone for the winter
Come roll with me, it's time to get up out of here
Fly side by side in the desert breeze
I will never change
How you like me raw?
Strong will cry for the weak man's pain
And the earth will do the same
Cause it's nature's law
It ain't like I choose to cry
I'm born to fly, lose my mind
It's just the way that I feel
And I won't apologize, apologize, apologize
Real, recognize, real
I'm packing my bags, I'm gone for the winter
Oh my, oh my, oh my, what a hell of a year
I'm packing my bags, I'm gone for the winter
Come roll with me, it's time to get up out of here
(?)
We be want me piece of mind
But the man want stress
Me cold as ice
Cold as ice, ice, ice, ice
Don't you leave me there or here
Don't you leave me
Don't you leave me there or here
Don't you leave me
Credits
Writer(s): Hannes Netzell, Jacqueline Cummings, David Axelsson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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