Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday
You don't mean it
But it hurts like hell

My brain says I'm receiving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung

We're too young to fall asleep
Too cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can't you tell

The scratch
Our eternal itch
A twentieth century bitch
And we are grateful for
Our iron lung

The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon

The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon

Suck, suck your teenage thumb
Toilet-trained and dumb
When the power runs out
We'll just hum

This, this is our new song
Just like the last one
A total waste of time
My iron lung

The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon

And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's okay

The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon

The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon

اینکه داشتنِ یک پارتنر خوب، لزوماً به معنی دور شدن از هدف‌ها و آرزوهات نیست؛ برعکس، وقتی آدم درست کنارته، حتی می‌تونی بیشتر از زمانی که تنهایی پیشرفت کنی و به چیزایی که می‌خوای برسی.
آدم درست قرار نیست جلوی رشدت رو بگیره؛ قراره کنارت رشد کنه، تشویقت کنه، و باعث بشه نسخه‌ی بهتری از خودت بشی.
شاید قشنگ‌ترین نوع رابطه همین باشه؛ دو نفر که نه مانع مسیر هم، بلکه بخشی از مسیر رسیدن همدیگه به رویاهاشونن.♥️🫂

Times getting hard but a nigga still gettin' it
Young rich niggas, in this motherfucker

When you wake up before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting craps, nigga
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin' all the trap niggas

When you wake up before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting craps, nigga
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin' all the trap niggas

Weighed 1008 grams on the square
I got a lower case T across my chest
Your crackhouse doin' numbers then you blessed
You move your momma to a crib from the 'jects
It's so much alcohol and kush on my breath
We prayin' five times a day to catch a plug
A few bean pies stashed in the trunk
Shoot dice all day and sell dust

You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gon' bust
Told yourself a million times, you don't give a fuck
Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut

We were stars in the midnight sky
We're just echoes, drifting by
Just pain to feel
No way to heal

I held your hand you slipped away
I couldn't make you choose to stay
You left me searching for the light
I couldn't fight

I close my eyes, you're still here
In every night, in every tear
I begged you to stay
But you turned away

I close my eyes, you're still here
In every night, in every tear
I begged you to stay
But you turned away

I close my eyes, you're still here
In every night, in every tear
I begged you to stay
But you turned away

I close my eyes, you're still here
In every night, in every tear
I begged you to stay
But you turned away