I woke up on the right side of my head
I'd appreciate you leaving me alone
There's no time to talk baby so let's keep it short
Listen close I'll tell you what to do
We're gonna run baby run on the count of three
So grab your shit cause you're gonna come with me
This place is full of assholes, honestly f*ck my friends
Are you ready baby 1, 2, and 3
The walls are closing in I'm burning up in here
I can feel the tension crawling in my skin
Nothing seems to aid I can't catch a break from this
The voices building my anxiety
I wish to disappear but there's no safe haven here
I get the feeling I've seen this before
In a past life I have felt this before
I need a cigarette I'm dying in this hole
The Bnds - Voices Lyrics
The Bnds - Voices Lyrics
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I woke up on the right side of my head
I'd appreciate you leaving me alone
There's no time to talk baby so let's keep it short
Listen close I'll tell you what to do
We're gonna run baby run on the count of three
So grab your shit cause you're gonna come with me
This place is full of assholes, honestly f*ck my friends
Are you ready baby 1, 2, and 3
The walls are closing in I'm burning up in here
I can feel the tension crawling in my skin
Nothing seems to aid I can't catch a break from this
The voices building my anxiety
I wish to disappear but there's no safe haven here
I get the feeling I've seen this before
In a past life I have felt this before
I need a cigarette I'm dying in this hole
I'd appreciate you leaving me alone
There's no time to talk baby so let's keep it short
Listen close I'll tell you what to do
We're gonna run baby run on the count of three
So grab your shit cause you're gonna come with me
This place is full of assholes, honestly f*ck my friends
Are you ready baby 1, 2, and 3
The walls are closing in I'm burning up in here
I can feel the tension crawling in my skin
Nothing seems to aid I can't catch a break from this
The voices building my anxiety
I wish to disappear but there's no safe haven here
I get the feeling I've seen this before
In a past life I have felt this before
I need a cigarette I'm dying in this hole
Writer: Steven Figueroa
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