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Star Tropics Video (MV)




Performed By: idkbret
Language: English
Length: 3:22
Written by: Bret MacKay, James Currier




idkbret - Star Tropics Lyrics
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It's the broke down beat up cars we used to drive
The smell of a stranger's cigarette brings memory to life
Four leaf clover and rose tattoos
High school kids on old brick stoops
Raspberry gin and fresh cut lime
And marlboro reds and dry white wine
And birthday gifts from the dollar store
And having enough but wanting more
Sittin' way too close on the bus ride home
And the ghosts I know from our late night smokes
All the skyline views from our last nights out
Before our fates untied themselves
And I snap back to when I think of you
Till' I loose my star crossed sails and dream again
A corrections officer can't get a correction
A piece of Lisa my brother's genes upset and
Homebodies but at home there's nobody
Especially me
But I can atone if y'all let me
Memory in voice memos this memo for free
22 by 23 I be lost in the weeds
22 I'm so f*ckin' lost you wouldn't believe
Another set of lights passin' by on I-93
Brake lights
Carnivorous eyes lookin'
Work on the same line but never the same cookin'
Woke up the same guy but waves work mysterious ways
The pay perkin' but somethin' just ain't workin'
Blind lights passin' me by the fake circus
Limelight burnin' away my baked circuits
Mr. MacKay workin'
Everyday it's all love
This ain't a sequel or spinoff to feel purpose
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It's the broke down beat up cars we used to drive
The smell of a stranger's cigarette brings memory to life
Four leaf clover and rose tattoos
High school kids on old brick stoops
Raspberry gin and fresh cut lime
And marlboro reds and dry white wine
And birthday gifts from the dollar store
And having enough but wanting more
Sittin' way too close on the bus ride home
And the ghosts I know from our late night smokes
All the skyline views from our last nights out
Before our fates untied themselves
And I snap back to when I think of you
Till' I loose my star crossed sails and dream again
A corrections officer can't get a correction
A piece of Lisa my brother's genes upset and
Homebodies but at home there's nobody
Especially me
But I can atone if y'all let me
Memory in voice memos this memo for free
22 by 23 I be lost in the weeds
22 I'm so f*ckin' lost you wouldn't believe
Another set of lights passin' by on I-93
Brake lights
Carnivorous eyes lookin'
Work on the same line but never the same cookin'
Woke up the same guy but waves work mysterious ways
The pay perkin' but somethin' just ain't workin'
Blind lights passin' me by the fake circus
Limelight burnin' away my baked circuits
Mr. MacKay workin'
Everyday it's all love
This ain't a sequel or spinoff to feel purpose
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Writer: Bret MacKay, James Currier
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