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Maybe you lost your lover Maybe you lost your mind Maybe you lost your brother Maybe you lost your time Maybe you shouldn't say that Maybe you'll go to hell Maybe that's not your problem Maybe it's just as well Maybe you lost direction Maybe you lost the plot Maybe you lost your senses Maybe you lost your heart Or not I know what we say about them I wonder what they say bout us That's not your problem You can't control that stuff How long? Till the world starts burning down around us I want you to give me something to remember You can't help it And I can't feel shit You're an alien And I'm just crazy 'bout it Letras de cancionesGoddamn, goddamn, shit I don't think we in Kansas We played this for the radio But they don't understand us But we don't make shit for the parents or the panderers Call the cops on the kids We make them put their hands up This sound like we at the movies Mixing Root Beer with the Fanta Every chorus hit, I could've written "Tiny Dancer" But Elton John could've never written this I can prove it on camera "Yo Elton, what's good?" "Hello mate, how's your fam, Bruv?" These are the breaks that you can't forget When you lock yourself out and you need a locksmith He just take cash And the ATM's on the fritz You split for a little bit These are the breaks where you really don't talk And you try to start walking But you end up stopping At every dumb store on the block Like "Yes bruv! This would be a really sick cop" like How long? Till the world starts burning down around us I want you to give me something to remember You can't help it And I can't feel shit You're an alien And I'm just crazy 'bout it Goddamn, goddamn man I think I'm goin' batshit I wake up and I'm stressin' Runnin' late like I got classes Five years since I graduated Coulda had a masters Days slip away, don't know to do my taxes When I flash back to a better time All I see is Blasted watchin' half of Inglorious Bastards My grandma saw the show and said "I wish you were an actor" Broadway someday just so she'll stop askin' When I think about records that are classic I realize that you gotta be cringey to appeal to the masses Do I sell my soul running laps in the rat race? I'm tryna get rich, but I know that it's a trap, shit Everything I'm worried 'bout now will be scratched in It's in my bloodstream like some medicine tablets How does Advil work? How does it know that my back aches Got so many questions but maybe it's not my-not my-not my How long? Till the world starts burning down around us I want you to give me something to remember You can't help it And I can't feel shit You're an alien And I'm just crazy 'bout it Maybe you lost your lover Maybe you lost your mind Maybe you lost your brother Maybe you lost your time Maybe you shouldn't say that Maybe you'll go to hell Maybe that's not your problem Maybe it's just as well From Letras Mania