These days I'm out of my head
I think that's good more than bad
Feel like the world's in the palm of my hand
Oh yeah yeah
These days I grab gasoline
Then pour it all on my sounds
Just shaved my head it looks clean
Its all part, of my plan
If I'm hanging on by a thread
Good luck is still in my jeans
I rip the threads at the seams
It's all part, of my plan
Rarely are things what they seem
I clip the birds by the wings
Rip pages out magazines
Passing time, like the sand
The world is on fire
My moneys multiplying
They rolling dollar bills up
And order coke, diet
It spin just like a tire
And everybody's tired
Hit high notes like Mariah
You need it we supply it
Sometimes life is overwhelming
Breathing's all I know how to do
So I'm blowing off the steam
And i'm using stress to push me up
I guess I got my head right
I tried, I tried about a thousand times
And now i'm getting funds up
And I pockets all my worries to the side
I'm high as a plane
I rolled my weight up in gold
I'm in here calm as a bitch
But you reach for my plate, you'll get smoked
You ain't heard karma's a bitch
And when they let us in this bitch
Then we gone take everything out
We gone air all of it out
Jon Waltz - Trainwreck Lyrics
Jon Waltz - Trainwreck Lyrics
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These days I'm out of my head
I think that's good more than bad
Feel like the world's in the palm of my hand
Oh yeah yeah
These days I grab gasoline
Then pour it all on my sounds
Just shaved my head it looks clean
Its all part, of my plan
If I'm hanging on by a thread
Good luck is still in my jeans
I rip the threads at the seams
It's all part, of my plan
Rarely are things what they seem
I clip the birds by the wings
Rip pages out magazines
Passing time, like the sand
The world is on fire
My moneys multiplying
They rolling dollar bills up
And order coke, diet
It spin just like a tire
And everybody's tired
Hit high notes like Mariah
You need it we supply it
Sometimes life is overwhelming
Breathing's all I know how to do
So I'm blowing off the steam
And i'm using stress to push me up
I guess I got my head right
I tried, I tried about a thousand times
And now i'm getting funds up
And I pockets all my worries to the side
I'm high as a plane
I rolled my weight up in gold
I'm in here calm as a bitch
But you reach for my plate, you'll get smoked
You ain't heard karma's a bitch
And when they let us in this bitch
Then we gone take everything out
We gone air all of it out
I think that's good more than bad
Feel like the world's in the palm of my hand
Oh yeah yeah
These days I grab gasoline
Then pour it all on my sounds
Just shaved my head it looks clean
Its all part, of my plan
If I'm hanging on by a thread
Good luck is still in my jeans
I rip the threads at the seams
It's all part, of my plan
Rarely are things what they seem
I clip the birds by the wings
Rip pages out magazines
Passing time, like the sand
The world is on fire
My moneys multiplying
They rolling dollar bills up
And order coke, diet
It spin just like a tire
And everybody's tired
Hit high notes like Mariah
You need it we supply it
Sometimes life is overwhelming
Breathing's all I know how to do
So I'm blowing off the steam
And i'm using stress to push me up
I guess I got my head right
I tried, I tried about a thousand times
And now i'm getting funds up
And I pockets all my worries to the side
I'm high as a plane
I rolled my weight up in gold
I'm in here calm as a bitch
But you reach for my plate, you'll get smoked
You ain't heard karma's a bitch
And when they let us in this bitch
Then we gone take everything out
We gone air all of it out
Writer: Jon Waltz, Zach Farache
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Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC