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ribcage Video (MV)




Performed By: Kepler
Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: tarron Moore




Kepler - ribcage Lyrics




I spent
I went
Gotta get that shit out my head
This liqour messing with my legs
Time to get sentimental, yeah time for death

Got stains
In my ribcage
They f*ck with me, yeah burn my name
I promise that I'm okay
But I lie, cause that's all the same

Shot
Forgot
That you didn't wanna love me, the f*ck I thought
I know you hate me, but don't let me rot
Im routined to block your heart
This calibre pointed right at my jaw
Breaking glass in the antique shop

Help, help, help
My ribcage, start to melt, melt, melt
Not what I felt, felt, felt
Cigarettes and shot the health, health, health
Help, help, help
My ribcage, start to melt, melt, melt
My ribcage, start to melt, melt, melt

I let you in, your in the house
Were 10 drinks deep, we hit the couch
We lock our eyes and lock our mouths
I look at you, I need you now

But that shit didn't make sense
You punched my ribcage, felt that bend
Gotta get your shit fixed, cause it f*cked my head

You think I'm not that smart
You think I can't move on
I blocked you from my thoughts
Told me to not self harm
But that damage was already done
I killed that snake, so f*ck right off
Don't wanna be friends, cause I'll fall in love with you again

Help, help, help
My ribcage, start to melt, melt, melt
Not what I felt, felt, felt
Cigarettes and shot the health, health, health
Help, help, help
My ribcage, start to melt, melt, melt
My ribcage, start to melt, melt, melt
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I spent
I went
Gotta get that shit out my head
This liqour messing with my legs
Time to get sentimental, yeah time for death

Got stains
In my ribcage
They f*ck with me, yeah burn my name
I promise that I'm okay
But I lie, cause that's all the same

Shot
Forgot
That you didn't wanna love me, the f*ck I thought
I know you hate me, but don't let me rot
Im routined to block your heart
This calibre pointed right at my jaw
Breaking glass in the antique shop

Help, help, help
My ribcage, start to melt, melt, melt
Not what I felt, felt, felt
Cigarettes and shot the health, health, health
Help, help, help
My ribcage, start to melt, melt, melt
My ribcage, start to melt, melt, melt

I let you in, your in the house
Were 10 drinks deep, we hit the couch
We lock our eyes and lock our mouths
I look at you, I need you now

But that shit didn't make sense
You punched my ribcage, felt that bend
Gotta get your shit fixed, cause it f*cked my head

You think I'm not that smart
You think I can't move on
I blocked you from my thoughts
Told me to not self harm
But that damage was already done
I killed that snake, so f*ck right off
Don't wanna be friends, cause I'll fall in love with you again

Help, help, help
My ribcage, start to melt, melt, melt
Not what I felt, felt, felt
Cigarettes and shot the health, health, health
Help, help, help
My ribcage, start to melt, melt, melt
My ribcage, start to melt, melt, melt
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Writer: tarron Moore
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