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Fiasko [Studio Record] Video (MV)




Performed By: Can Kaygısız
Length: 4:31
Written by: Can Kaygısız




Can Kaygısız - Fiasko [Studio Record] Lyrics




Closed room doors, talk to me.
I'm safe, and i'm free.
Lucid flowing in eyes.
Nightmares gone, nightmares will.

Colors of, me disposed.
Conquer all, feel the tone.

It's Fiasko, It's Fiasko, this is Fiasko, It's Fiasko!

No flying, yes bones, no greet, guess what?
Who is suspect? F*ck that. They are mentally grown.
No hope, yes Fiasko, no breed, guess what?
What is up? Get lost. Too much to talk alone.

No flying, yes bones, no greet, guess what?
Who is suspect? F*ck that. They are mentally grown.
No hope, yes Fiasko, no breed, guess what?
What is up? Get lost. Too much to talk alone.

Closed room doors, talk to me.
I'm safe, and i'm free.
Lucid flowing in eyes.
Nightmares gone, nightmares will.

It's Fiasko, It's Fiasko, this is Fiasko, It's Fiasko!

No flying, yes bones, no greet, guess what?
Who is suspect? F*ck that. They are mentally grown.
No hope, yes Fiasko, no breed, guess what?
What is up? Get lost. Too much to talk alone.

No flying, yes bones, no greet, guess what?
Who is suspect? F*ck that. They are mentally grown.
No hope, yes Fiasko, no breed, guess what?
What is up? Get lost. Too much to talk alone.
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Closed room doors, talk to me.
I'm safe, and i'm free.
Lucid flowing in eyes.
Nightmares gone, nightmares will.

Colors of, me disposed.
Conquer all, feel the tone.

It's Fiasko, It's Fiasko, this is Fiasko, It's Fiasko!

No flying, yes bones, no greet, guess what?
Who is suspect? F*ck that. They are mentally grown.
No hope, yes Fiasko, no breed, guess what?
What is up? Get lost. Too much to talk alone.

No flying, yes bones, no greet, guess what?
Who is suspect? F*ck that. They are mentally grown.
No hope, yes Fiasko, no breed, guess what?
What is up? Get lost. Too much to talk alone.

Closed room doors, talk to me.
I'm safe, and i'm free.
Lucid flowing in eyes.
Nightmares gone, nightmares will.

It's Fiasko, It's Fiasko, this is Fiasko, It's Fiasko!

No flying, yes bones, no greet, guess what?
Who is suspect? F*ck that. They are mentally grown.
No hope, yes Fiasko, no breed, guess what?
What is up? Get lost. Too much to talk alone.

No flying, yes bones, no greet, guess what?
Who is suspect? F*ck that. They are mentally grown.
No hope, yes Fiasko, no breed, guess what?
What is up? Get lost. Too much to talk alone.
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Writer: Can Kaygısız
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, CAN KAYGISIZ


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