We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Building a brick is digging a ditch
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
Give me the loot
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
So king come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
Hand to the plow what we're building now's the pinnacle
Hands of the proud, legacy on earth is minimal
In general I infiltrate in intervals
Step one be humble cause to mumble futile words to me is criminal
My issue isn't clinical, best believe it hurts though
The rehearsal of this verse an empty works can be identical
So king come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
I push forward with my best foot
Them ten thousand hours been devoured, got the west hooked
The power to make change, rectify brains to just look
Few accolades but game recognize game, I'm Westbrook, I'm good with this
Killing pages after that I'm killing stages back to back
This feeling is contagious but can't save us from the aftermath
So king come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
I wrote to crime stop, in hindsight my mind thought I'm finite
Only the limelight could be my pine box
Maybe it was thine lot, I'm wrestling it's messy
'Cause Investing all of my might in mics is my blindspot
King come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Building a brick is digging a ditch
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
Give me the loot
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
So king come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
Its like I walk a fine line between harlot and hope
Souls at war, hands callous from clutching this rope
Should I give away all I have and then live as the poor?
Or accumulate all I can, and then go and get more?
If all is vanity is anything a worthy endeavor?
I pray you order my steps to the appropriate measures
Look at all the extremes, missing the forest for trees
It is the heart of a man, that is deceived or believes
Look how we grovel at gravel, look at the lengths that we travel
Pass on ports of solid ground, to sink for a status
Never ending race to never end will make a fool of us all
And it'll all pass away unless its done unto God
May doubt not keep me from seasoning, where I ought to be leading
Knife in back, not to act, two sides of the same treason so yeah
King please come restore the morgue
Put the earthly kingdoms before the Sword, thats the Tug of War
Lord may my focus be true, to be remembered by you
Not immortal to men while eternally doomed
Don't always win when I tug and the spirit I grieve
Trust a seed of faith'll move mountains of Sin off of me
A synagogue full of greed, you flipped tables with speed
I am a Temple, and I pray you do the same within me, Indeed
So King please come and put the sword
To any earthly kingdoms that's taking form
Lord keep my soul
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Building a brick is digging a ditch
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
Give me the loot
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
So king come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
Nomis - Tug of War (feat. Jeremiah Bligen) Lyrics
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We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Building a brick is digging a ditch
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
Give me the loot
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
So king come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
Hand to the plow what we're building now's the pinnacle
Hands of the proud, legacy on earth is minimal
In general I infiltrate in intervals
Step one be humble cause to mumble futile words to me is criminal
My issue isn't clinical, best believe it hurts though
The rehearsal of this verse an empty works can be identical
So king come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
I push forward with my best foot
Them ten thousand hours been devoured, got the west hooked
The power to make change, rectify brains to just look
Few accolades but game recognize game, I'm Westbrook, I'm good with this
Killing pages after that I'm killing stages back to back
This feeling is contagious but can't save us from the aftermath
So king come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
I wrote to crime stop, in hindsight my mind thought I'm finite
Only the limelight could be my pine box
Maybe it was thine lot, I'm wrestling it's messy
'Cause Investing all of my might in mics is my blindspot
King come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Building a brick is digging a ditch
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
Give me the loot
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
So king come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
Its like I walk a fine line between harlot and hope
Souls at war, hands callous from clutching this rope
Should I give away all I have and then live as the poor?
Or accumulate all I can, and then go and get more?
If all is vanity is anything a worthy endeavor?
I pray you order my steps to the appropriate measures
Look at all the extremes, missing the forest for trees
It is the heart of a man, that is deceived or believes
Look how we grovel at gravel, look at the lengths that we travel
Pass on ports of solid ground, to sink for a status
Never ending race to never end will make a fool of us all
And it'll all pass away unless its done unto God
May doubt not keep me from seasoning, where I ought to be leading
Knife in back, not to act, two sides of the same treason so yeah
King please come restore the morgue
Put the earthly kingdoms before the Sword, thats the Tug of War
Lord may my focus be true, to be remembered by you
Not immortal to men while eternally doomed
Don't always win when I tug and the spirit I grieve
Trust a seed of faith'll move mountains of Sin off of me
A synagogue full of greed, you flipped tables with speed
I am a Temple, and I pray you do the same within me, Indeed
So King please come and put the sword
To any earthly kingdoms that's taking form
Lord keep my soul
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Building a brick is digging a ditch
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
Give me the loot
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
So king come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Building a brick is digging a ditch
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
Give me the loot
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
So king come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
Hand to the plow what we're building now's the pinnacle
Hands of the proud, legacy on earth is minimal
In general I infiltrate in intervals
Step one be humble cause to mumble futile words to me is criminal
My issue isn't clinical, best believe it hurts though
The rehearsal of this verse an empty works can be identical
So king come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
I push forward with my best foot
Them ten thousand hours been devoured, got the west hooked
The power to make change, rectify brains to just look
Few accolades but game recognize game, I'm Westbrook, I'm good with this
Killing pages after that I'm killing stages back to back
This feeling is contagious but can't save us from the aftermath
So king come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
I wrote to crime stop, in hindsight my mind thought I'm finite
Only the limelight could be my pine box
Maybe it was thine lot, I'm wrestling it's messy
'Cause Investing all of my might in mics is my blindspot
King come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Building a brick is digging a ditch
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
Give me the loot
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
So king come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
Its like I walk a fine line between harlot and hope
Souls at war, hands callous from clutching this rope
Should I give away all I have and then live as the poor?
Or accumulate all I can, and then go and get more?
If all is vanity is anything a worthy endeavor?
I pray you order my steps to the appropriate measures
Look at all the extremes, missing the forest for trees
It is the heart of a man, that is deceived or believes
Look how we grovel at gravel, look at the lengths that we travel
Pass on ports of solid ground, to sink for a status
Never ending race to never end will make a fool of us all
And it'll all pass away unless its done unto God
May doubt not keep me from seasoning, where I ought to be leading
Knife in back, not to act, two sides of the same treason so yeah
King please come restore the morgue
Put the earthly kingdoms before the Sword, thats the Tug of War
Lord may my focus be true, to be remembered by you
Not immortal to men while eternally doomed
Don't always win when I tug and the spirit I grieve
Trust a seed of faith'll move mountains of Sin off of me
A synagogue full of greed, you flipped tables with speed
I am a Temple, and I pray you do the same within me, Indeed
So King please come and put the sword
To any earthly kingdoms that's taking form
Lord keep my soul
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Building a brick is digging a ditch
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
Give me the loot
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
Everything created in the end returns to gravel
So king come restore the morgue
To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that's the tug of war
Writer: Aaron Simon, Jeremiah Bligen
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid