Recompose
Why do you think that everything in my head
Is something that comes out at the other end of death
You think that I'm that kind of girl that's suffering
But it's more of the depth that you're living in
But you think that my dreams are being banned
But the place that I'm playing it out can
And you think that I'm owned but you're in buckets
But it's several floors is that you can f*ck it
If you wanna do it, ban it and write it
Because the truth about it's I'll lead you there
Doing it right by the civilization
Of care and duty of respect
So damn nations do it unlike
And maybe program your life like you like
But if you haven't got a station you'll be fridged and freezed
And you'll be putting it in the f*cking freezer
Cause stay away from my life
And my dream will be getting even better
Because with reliance, stability
I'll be getting much more rare
With the sacred breeze
And everybody staring
Thinking that they got it right
When it's totally, totally on full
And point to the fact of what they think
But darlings, I've got my own brain and dink
But darlings, that is an act of boredom
It's several acts of what is your tool
Your version of what you think is right
It's something I will react to put up at night
And chill with myself and the ones that bring it right to life
So you've got another diamond
Acting like servitude of rights
I'm swinging, I'm swinging, I'm swinging, I'm swinging here and there
I've got a little lucky cousin
He chops my hair in a brisket
Do you, do you, do you, do you, do you, do you dare now bitch
Cause I'm in prison with my lot
This prison cell sows me a lot
I'm sitting in my service
I'm doing better than this grace on your bells
You think that you care
So baby sit up and stare
I've run out of time so just let me go
I've been trying to tell you at night this ends with me in turn throw
I've been trying to tell you life to life
Of your hate and the way that you take your strife
But darling you haven't got a way to play the goals
I've put it in and say every night this is my try
That you're just willing to deal it with someone
That is making you, you need a f*cking cleaner
And yelling about all that you have
Arrested and afforded to crap
But darling in service of all the dreamers
That are inside me and believing in my stealing
And they'll be dreaming, dreaming and stealing
Making my clothes
And it's a paradox of what you own
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Recompose
Why do you think that everything in my head
Is something that comes out at the other end of death
You think that I'm that kind of girl that's suffering
But it's more of the depth that you're living in
But you think that my dreams are being banned
But the place that I'm playing it out can
And you think that I'm owned but you're in buckets
But it's several floors is that you can f*ck it
If you wanna do it, ban it and write it
Because the truth about it's I'll lead you there
Doing it right by the civilization
Of care and duty of respect
So damn nations do it unlike
And maybe program your life like you like
But if you haven't got a station you'll be fridged and freezed
And you'll be putting it in the f*cking freezer
Cause stay away from my life
And my dream will be getting even better
Because with reliance, stability
I'll be getting much more rare
With the sacred breeze
And everybody staring
Thinking that they got it right
When it's totally, totally on full
And point to the fact of what they think
But darlings, I've got my own brain and dink
But darlings, that is an act of boredom
It's several acts of what is your tool
Your version of what you think is right
It's something I will react to put up at night
And chill with myself and the ones that bring it right to life
So you've got another diamond
Acting like servitude of rights
I'm swinging, I'm swinging, I'm swinging, I'm swinging here and there
I've got a little lucky cousin
He chops my hair in a brisket
Do you, do you, do you, do you, do you, do you dare now bitch
Cause I'm in prison with my lot
This prison cell sows me a lot
I'm sitting in my service
I'm doing better than this grace on your bells
You think that you care
So baby sit up and stare
I've run out of time so just let me go
I've been trying to tell you at night this ends with me in turn throw
I've been trying to tell you life to life
Of your hate and the way that you take your strife
But darling you haven't got a way to play the goals
I've put it in and say every night this is my try
That you're just willing to deal it with someone
That is making you, you need a f*cking cleaner
And yelling about all that you have
Arrested and afforded to crap
But darling in service of all the dreamers
That are inside me and believing in my stealing
And they'll be dreaming, dreaming and stealing
Making my clothes
And it's a paradox of what you own
Why do you think that everything in my head
Is something that comes out at the other end of death
You think that I'm that kind of girl that's suffering
But it's more of the depth that you're living in
But you think that my dreams are being banned
But the place that I'm playing it out can
And you think that I'm owned but you're in buckets
But it's several floors is that you can f*ck it
If you wanna do it, ban it and write it
Because the truth about it's I'll lead you there
Doing it right by the civilization
Of care and duty of respect
So damn nations do it unlike
And maybe program your life like you like
But if you haven't got a station you'll be fridged and freezed
And you'll be putting it in the f*cking freezer
Cause stay away from my life
And my dream will be getting even better
Because with reliance, stability
I'll be getting much more rare
With the sacred breeze
And everybody staring
Thinking that they got it right
When it's totally, totally on full
And point to the fact of what they think
But darlings, I've got my own brain and dink
But darlings, that is an act of boredom
It's several acts of what is your tool
Your version of what you think is right
It's something I will react to put up at night
And chill with myself and the ones that bring it right to life
So you've got another diamond
Acting like servitude of rights
I'm swinging, I'm swinging, I'm swinging, I'm swinging here and there
I've got a little lucky cousin
He chops my hair in a brisket
Do you, do you, do you, do you, do you, do you dare now bitch
Cause I'm in prison with my lot
This prison cell sows me a lot
I'm sitting in my service
I'm doing better than this grace on your bells
You think that you care
So baby sit up and stare
I've run out of time so just let me go
I've been trying to tell you at night this ends with me in turn throw
I've been trying to tell you life to life
Of your hate and the way that you take your strife
But darling you haven't got a way to play the goals
I've put it in and say every night this is my try
That you're just willing to deal it with someone
That is making you, you need a f*cking cleaner
And yelling about all that you have
Arrested and afforded to crap
But darling in service of all the dreamers
That are inside me and believing in my stealing
And they'll be dreaming, dreaming and stealing
Making my clothes
And it's a paradox of what you own
Writer: Rick Weasly
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