O'Shea the Wicked, guarding wickets I'm very well witted
If she's a goddess then I ask for them 7 dumb digits
I'm chasing snitches like I'm back in Hogwarts playing Quidditch
Got a niche and I'm vivid, like a blue flamingo different
Run back to 4 years and scored wins 'across the finish
Line it up, serving tennis, not second son, call me Venus
But got more records than Serena Williams in the Guinness
Retortin' Buttheads when they acting Blonde like stupid Beavis
Remember walking up
And run and hurl to catch the bus
Mama was tryna fuss cuz I'm a broken angel stuck
Was such ass and pass the class with just some minor luck
Attractive bitches, so sadistic
I was tryna f*ck
Instead, I walked my ass home
Damn I just missed the bus
I missed it more than once
Maybe I've had enough
Of walking on the path most taken by ungrateful sons
I'm the forsaken one
Grab unregistered
To blow my brains
I need detained
Pack up my thoughts and run
Man it's not all what it seems
No more games of fun
There's still more games to run
Of sweaty tears and blood
Thank god I'm holding on
Almost had to pull the plug
But I'm grown up now
Standing short with taller bounds
Dreaming bigger than me
I had a solemn crown
Can't judge the way that I look
I've had my ups and downs
But at the end of the day, father was calling proud
Mama was calling proud
Brother was calling proud
Was making beats under the sheets of my unholy shroud
Can't talk to god cuz I'm too fraudulent for holy grounds
It's kind of awkward
I'm indoctored by a floating cloud
Will I ever go
Will I ever fall again
I don't really know
Never wanna crawl again
I don't really know
Never wanna fall again
I don't really know
Sounding like the fall of man
I don't really know
Hoping that you'll call again
I don't really know
Hoping that it all will end
I don't really know
Ease off my suffering
But I really know
The journey 'bout to all begin
Shooting star in my dream on that last night
Heard you talking in my sleep on that last night
Things are not all what they seem on that last night
Think of kissing in your dreams on that last night
Shooting star in my dream on that last night
Heard you talking in my sleep on that last night
Things are not all what they seem on that last night
Things are not all what they seem nigga
O'Shea The Wicked - PARK NIGHTS Lyrics
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O'Shea the Wicked, guarding wickets I'm very well witted
If she's a goddess then I ask for them 7 dumb digits
I'm chasing snitches like I'm back in Hogwarts playing Quidditch
Got a niche and I'm vivid, like a blue flamingo different
Run back to 4 years and scored wins 'across the finish
Line it up, serving tennis, not second son, call me Venus
But got more records than Serena Williams in the Guinness
Retortin' Buttheads when they acting Blonde like stupid Beavis
Remember walking up
And run and hurl to catch the bus
Mama was tryna fuss cuz I'm a broken angel stuck
Was such ass and pass the class with just some minor luck
Attractive bitches, so sadistic
I was tryna f*ck
Instead, I walked my ass home
Damn I just missed the bus
I missed it more than once
Maybe I've had enough
Of walking on the path most taken by ungrateful sons
I'm the forsaken one
Grab unregistered
To blow my brains
I need detained
Pack up my thoughts and run
Man it's not all what it seems
No more games of fun
There's still more games to run
Of sweaty tears and blood
Thank god I'm holding on
Almost had to pull the plug
But I'm grown up now
Standing short with taller bounds
Dreaming bigger than me
I had a solemn crown
Can't judge the way that I look
I've had my ups and downs
But at the end of the day, father was calling proud
Mama was calling proud
Brother was calling proud
Was making beats under the sheets of my unholy shroud
Can't talk to god cuz I'm too fraudulent for holy grounds
It's kind of awkward
I'm indoctored by a floating cloud
Will I ever go
Will I ever fall again
I don't really know
Never wanna crawl again
I don't really know
Never wanna fall again
I don't really know
Sounding like the fall of man
I don't really know
Hoping that you'll call again
I don't really know
Hoping that it all will end
I don't really know
Ease off my suffering
But I really know
The journey 'bout to all begin
Shooting star in my dream on that last night
Heard you talking in my sleep on that last night
Things are not all what they seem on that last night
Think of kissing in your dreams on that last night
Shooting star in my dream on that last night
Heard you talking in my sleep on that last night
Things are not all what they seem on that last night
Things are not all what they seem nigga
If she's a goddess then I ask for them 7 dumb digits
I'm chasing snitches like I'm back in Hogwarts playing Quidditch
Got a niche and I'm vivid, like a blue flamingo different
Run back to 4 years and scored wins 'across the finish
Line it up, serving tennis, not second son, call me Venus
But got more records than Serena Williams in the Guinness
Retortin' Buttheads when they acting Blonde like stupid Beavis
Remember walking up
And run and hurl to catch the bus
Mama was tryna fuss cuz I'm a broken angel stuck
Was such ass and pass the class with just some minor luck
Attractive bitches, so sadistic
I was tryna f*ck
Instead, I walked my ass home
Damn I just missed the bus
I missed it more than once
Maybe I've had enough
Of walking on the path most taken by ungrateful sons
I'm the forsaken one
Grab unregistered
To blow my brains
I need detained
Pack up my thoughts and run
Man it's not all what it seems
No more games of fun
There's still more games to run
Of sweaty tears and blood
Thank god I'm holding on
Almost had to pull the plug
But I'm grown up now
Standing short with taller bounds
Dreaming bigger than me
I had a solemn crown
Can't judge the way that I look
I've had my ups and downs
But at the end of the day, father was calling proud
Mama was calling proud
Brother was calling proud
Was making beats under the sheets of my unholy shroud
Can't talk to god cuz I'm too fraudulent for holy grounds
It's kind of awkward
I'm indoctored by a floating cloud
Will I ever go
Will I ever fall again
I don't really know
Never wanna crawl again
I don't really know
Never wanna fall again
I don't really know
Sounding like the fall of man
I don't really know
Hoping that you'll call again
I don't really know
Hoping that it all will end
I don't really know
Ease off my suffering
But I really know
The journey 'bout to all begin
Shooting star in my dream on that last night
Heard you talking in my sleep on that last night
Things are not all what they seem on that last night
Think of kissing in your dreams on that last night
Shooting star in my dream on that last night
Heard you talking in my sleep on that last night
Things are not all what they seem on that last night
Things are not all what they seem nigga
Writer: Bryson Schultz
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