She wants sunday every morning
To lay upon her pillowed bed
Can't even say a thing
When the sun will bring pain
She's always tripped up inside her head
It's killing her own will
She falters
Won't say what needs to be said
Holding out for bloodshed
Truth is no one's got it coming
Takin' the black into the red
Why try to win her gaze
Touch it once, then just fade grey
She's always tripped up inside her head
It's killing her own will
She falters
Won't say what needs to be said
Holding out for bloodshed
She's always tripped up inside her head
It's killing her own will
She falters
Won't say what needs to be said
Holding out for bloodshed
She wants cock sombrero monday
Chill Blue Skill - Tripped Up Lyrics
Chill Blue Skill - Tripped Up Lyrics
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She wants sunday every morning
To lay upon her pillowed bed
Can't even say a thing
When the sun will bring pain
She's always tripped up inside her head
It's killing her own will
She falters
Won't say what needs to be said
Holding out for bloodshed
Truth is no one's got it coming
Takin' the black into the red
Why try to win her gaze
Touch it once, then just fade grey
She's always tripped up inside her head
It's killing her own will
She falters
Won't say what needs to be said
Holding out for bloodshed
She's always tripped up inside her head
It's killing her own will
She falters
Won't say what needs to be said
Holding out for bloodshed
She wants cock sombrero monday
To lay upon her pillowed bed
Can't even say a thing
When the sun will bring pain
She's always tripped up inside her head
It's killing her own will
She falters
Won't say what needs to be said
Holding out for bloodshed
Truth is no one's got it coming
Takin' the black into the red
Why try to win her gaze
Touch it once, then just fade grey
She's always tripped up inside her head
It's killing her own will
She falters
Won't say what needs to be said
Holding out for bloodshed
She's always tripped up inside her head
It's killing her own will
She falters
Won't say what needs to be said
Holding out for bloodshed
She wants cock sombrero monday
Writer: David Benziger, Keith Spale, Peter Collins
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid