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Fuck your dreams I’m worried about ours I will never go back to crowbars to cars You could walk a million yellow bricks never reach oz You could part the clouds never see God Metaphor to trying too hard to reach Bones Except I’m really here bring fear to your home Me I always hear like my ear to the phone So listen for the static Imma warn you in code Think you will understand if you see me up close no You can never truly know a ghost Talk slang on the corner but you don’t Speakin down on the team bitch you won't Take it easy slow it down let it go Fuck it maybe I’ll feel the same we will never know Never know how long i would have gone I would have passed on if I was still on backroads Ride like McBride Arthur in his prime in the parry near the tides Focus extra high so my gauge is always bright enough to light the path And give directions to whomever brave enough The chance nobody has taken up the one nobody dared to love Don’t become the thing you hated just because you’re hating us And that’s just words from the wall i awake translate it all Then i scrape the message off From Letras Mania