Bloodshot (feat. Tom Lyngcoln & Marcus Hobbs)

Bloodshot (feat. Tom Lyngcoln & Marcus Hobbs) Lyrics

Song Bloodshot (feat. Tom Lyngcoln & Marcus Hobbs)
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[00:01.549] Bloodshot in a robe
[00:03.898] *******s on a phone
[00:07.194] Swollen closed to the day and reports all alone
[00:08.712] There’s a rattle in my lungs at times,
[00:10.661] there’s a shutter now in my spine
[00:11.678] But I’m just a leaf in the forest and here I can shine
[00:12.721] Grafting gaffs to the blood boys
[00:16.129] Gripping on to the choice
[00:17.254] Of having stale cake and eating it and making nightclub couches moist
[00:18.431] Under a grim ****ing sky
[00:20.823] I drift past this guy
[00:22.105] A cloud for a head and a hunch bottle fed
[00:24.136] Telling the guy on his right
[00:25.976] How he just had a root,
[00:28.369] from some low hanging fruit
[00:29.891] a hostel wall scrawling, dredded shoeless dawdling
[00:31.794] slurring how he’ll never don a suit
[00:33.806] Put a box out for the cats
[00:35.154] Put out poison for the rats
[00:37.605] Put on a feast for the hungry and we’ll see if it changes the way that they act
[00:39.948] Put my name on the door
[00:43.117] Collect dust on the floor
[00:45.821] Put sugar with the salt in the ocean and see what washes up on shore
[00:47.857] I saved two days, by taking today
[00:48.903] Whilst cops posed for photos after a small town meth raid
[00:49.822] What’s more depressing than wearing masks on every solemn street
[00:52.166] Is that it’s just a symptom of trying to get paid
[00:53.914] With holes in the skin
[00:55.024] From an apartment doctor’s pin
[00:57.292] strapped pads to my wrist, a flick of a box and a red mark on the chin
[00:58.819] Burnt down to an itch
[00:59.586] Sewn up by a stitch
[01:00.207] Drills in the compound, gas leaks from the ground causing a high fever pitch
[01:00.786] Take me to a town
[01:01.566] Where the only farewell is a funeral
[01:02.856] For jealousy and shame
[01:04.199] You got your small amount fame
[01:08.737] Light candles in the bathroom with your **** in your hand and put your soiled tissues in a frame
[01:10.099] Eye **** a bartender as she pours
[01:12.581] Think buying watered down Tiger all night will get her on all fours
[01:14.257] Just as likely as anyone sourcing news from a guy who still listens to The Doors
[01:15.475] But it is what it is, now isn’t it?
[01:16.509] Petty small jab rolls with a work permit
[01:18.131] It’s only a matter of months until it gets easier for us all to admit
[01:18.932] That they’ve tied off with their cheap thrill
[01:19.009] A walking, talking argument for the contraceptive pill
[01:19.745] Whilst I climb this **** storming Everest that I’ve made from this tiny little molehill
[01:20.260] Take me to a town
[01:20.887] Where the only farewell is a funeral
[00:01.549] Bloodshot in a robe
[00:03.898] s on a phone
[00:07.194] Swollen closed to the day and reports all alone
[00:08.712] There' s a rattle in my lungs at times,
[00:10.661] there' s a shutter now in my spine
[00:11.678] But I' m just a leaf in the forest and here I can shine
[00:12.721] Grafting gaffs to the blood boys
[00:16.129] Gripping on to the choice
[00:17.254] Of having stale cake and eating it and making nightclub couches moist
[00:18.431] Under a grim ing sky
[00:20.823] I drift past this guy
[00:22.105] A cloud for a head and a hunch bottle fed
[00:24.136] Telling the guy on his right
[00:25.976] How he just had a root,
[00:28.369] from some low hanging fruit
[00:29.891] a hostel wall scrawling, dredded shoeless dawdling
[00:31.794] slurring how he' ll never don a suit
[00:33.806] Put a box out for the cats
[00:35.154] Put out poison for the rats
[00:37.605] Put on a feast for the hungry and we' ll see if it changes the way that they act
[00:39.948] Put my name on the door
[00:43.117] Collect dust on the floor
[00:45.821] Put sugar with the salt in the ocean and see what washes up on shore
[00:47.857] I saved two days, by taking today
[00:48.903] Whilst cops posed for photos after a small town meth raid
[00:49.822] What' s more depressing than wearing masks on every solemn street
[00:52.166] Is that it' s just a symptom of trying to get paid
[00:53.914] With holes in the skin
[00:55.024] From an apartment doctor' s pin
[00:57.292] strapped pads to my wrist, a flick of a box and a red mark on the chin
[00:58.819] Burnt down to an itch
[00:59.586] Sewn up by a stitch
[01:00.207] Drills in the compound, gas leaks from the ground causing a high fever pitch
[01:00.786] Take me to a town
[01:01.566] Where the only farewell is a funeral
[01:02.856] For jealousy and shame
[01:04.199] You got your small amount fame
[01:08.737] Light candles in the bathroom with your in your hand and put your soiled tissues in a frame
[01:10.099] Eye a bartender as she pours
[01:12.581] Think buying watered down Tiger all night will get her on all fours
[01:14.257] Just as likely as anyone sourcing news from a guy who still listens to The Doors
[01:15.475] But it is what it is, now isn' t it?
[01:16.509] Petty small jab rolls with a work permit
[01:18.131] It' s only a matter of months until it gets easier for us all to admit
[01:18.932] That they' ve tied off with their cheap thrill
[01:19.009] A walking, talking argument for the contraceptive pill
[01:19.745] Whilst I climb this storming Everest that I' ve made from this tiny little molehill
[01:20.260] Take me to a town
[01:20.887] Where the only farewell is a funeral
[00:01.549] Bloodshot in a robe
[00:03.898] s on a phone
[00:07.194] Swollen closed to the day and reports all alone
[00:08.712] There' s a rattle in my lungs at times,
[00:10.661] there' s a shutter now in my spine
[00:11.678] But I' m just a leaf in the forest and here I can shine
[00:12.721] Grafting gaffs to the blood boys
[00:16.129] Gripping on to the choice
[00:17.254] Of having stale cake and eating it and making nightclub couches moist
[00:18.431] Under a grim ing sky
[00:20.823] I drift past this guy
[00:22.105] A cloud for a head and a hunch bottle fed
[00:24.136] Telling the guy on his right
[00:25.976] How he just had a root,
[00:28.369] from some low hanging fruit
[00:29.891] a hostel wall scrawling, dredded shoeless dawdling
[00:31.794] slurring how he' ll never don a suit
[00:33.806] Put a box out for the cats
[00:35.154] Put out poison for the rats
[00:37.605] Put on a feast for the hungry and we' ll see if it changes the way that they act
[00:39.948] Put my name on the door
[00:43.117] Collect dust on the floor
[00:45.821] Put sugar with the salt in the ocean and see what washes up on shore
[00:47.857] I saved two days, by taking today
[00:48.903] Whilst cops posed for photos after a small town meth raid
[00:49.822] What' s more depressing than wearing masks on every solemn street
[00:52.166] Is that it' s just a symptom of trying to get paid
[00:53.914] With holes in the skin
[00:55.024] From an apartment doctor' s pin
[00:57.292] strapped pads to my wrist, a flick of a box and a red mark on the chin
[00:58.819] Burnt down to an itch
[00:59.586] Sewn up by a stitch
[01:00.207] Drills in the compound, gas leaks from the ground causing a high fever pitch
[01:00.786] Take me to a town
[01:01.566] Where the only farewell is a funeral
[01:02.856] For jealousy and shame
[01:04.199] You got your small amount fame
[01:08.737] Light candles in the bathroom with your in your hand and put your soiled tissues in a frame
[01:10.099] Eye a bartender as she pours
[01:12.581] Think buying watered down Tiger all night will get her on all fours
[01:14.257] Just as likely as anyone sourcing news from a guy who still listens to The Doors
[01:15.475] But it is what it is, now isn' t it?
[01:16.509] Petty small jab rolls with a work permit
[01:18.131] It' s only a matter of months until it gets easier for us all to admit
[01:18.932] That they' ve tied off with their cheap thrill
[01:19.009] A walking, talking argument for the contraceptive pill
[01:19.745] Whilst I climb this storming Everest that I' ve made from this tiny little molehill
[01:20.260] Take me to a town
[01:20.887] Where the only farewell is a funeral
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