My attitude is black or white it happens to be black tonight
I'll camouflage into the night if you think I ain't acting right
My glasses cracked in half I'm mad you're passing by my battle cry
It shattered on the lenses my vision's dim and my ass is blind
My handicapped habitat is advancing toward a happy life
Catastrophic happy night
Would have longed for sadder nights
Put off on a Saturday
Passing out in an alleyway
Get out of my presence
Christmas is a peasant's holiday
Hollering through the halls how much more nonsense will you tolerate?
Toss bottles at the wall cause somebody forgot to moderate
My amusement park is filled with
Emotional roller coasters, coast in feelings, hit the ceiling, double over
Mind you, the higher you get to the sky it is colder
You are just another file in my folder
I'm making millions when my clients are loners Then labeled as villain when their time is over
Come cry on my shoulder
Jumped to conclusions from the roof of my mouth
Went from swallowing my pride to pumping my stomach out
Cause why die if time is already running out
Hung in that closet I should have been coming out
"What about-?"
What?
Run when the sun is out
Heat is the heathen that speaks when my gun is out.
Dismiss the pistol let's dispute with fists in this room
My distant gloom will make up for the hits that you just mis-threw
Jab cross
Jab cross
Jab cross
Man down
He's out
F*ck 12
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My attitude is black or white it happens to be black tonight
I'll camouflage into the night if you think I ain't acting right
My glasses cracked in half I'm mad you're passing by my battle cry
It shattered on the lenses my vision's dim and my ass is blind
My handicapped habitat is advancing toward a happy life
Catastrophic happy night
Would have longed for sadder nights
Put off on a Saturday
Passing out in an alleyway
Get out of my presence
Christmas is a peasant's holiday
Hollering through the halls how much more nonsense will you tolerate?
Toss bottles at the wall cause somebody forgot to moderate
My amusement park is filled with
Emotional roller coasters, coast in feelings, hit the ceiling, double over
Mind you, the higher you get to the sky it is colder
You are just another file in my folder
I'm making millions when my clients are loners Then labeled as villain when their time is over
Come cry on my shoulder
Jumped to conclusions from the roof of my mouth
Went from swallowing my pride to pumping my stomach out
Cause why die if time is already running out
Hung in that closet I should have been coming out
"What about-?"
What?
Run when the sun is out
Heat is the heathen that speaks when my gun is out.
Dismiss the pistol let's dispute with fists in this room
My distant gloom will make up for the hits that you just mis-threw
Jab cross
Jab cross
Jab cross
Man down
He's out
F*ck 12
I'll camouflage into the night if you think I ain't acting right
My glasses cracked in half I'm mad you're passing by my battle cry
It shattered on the lenses my vision's dim and my ass is blind
My handicapped habitat is advancing toward a happy life
Catastrophic happy night
Would have longed for sadder nights
Put off on a Saturday
Passing out in an alleyway
Get out of my presence
Christmas is a peasant's holiday
Hollering through the halls how much more nonsense will you tolerate?
Toss bottles at the wall cause somebody forgot to moderate
My amusement park is filled with
Emotional roller coasters, coast in feelings, hit the ceiling, double over
Mind you, the higher you get to the sky it is colder
You are just another file in my folder
I'm making millions when my clients are loners Then labeled as villain when their time is over
Come cry on my shoulder
Jumped to conclusions from the roof of my mouth
Went from swallowing my pride to pumping my stomach out
Cause why die if time is already running out
Hung in that closet I should have been coming out
"What about-?"
What?
Run when the sun is out
Heat is the heathen that speaks when my gun is out.
Dismiss the pistol let's dispute with fists in this room
My distant gloom will make up for the hits that you just mis-threw
Jab cross
Jab cross
Jab cross
Man down
He's out
F*ck 12
Writer: Kiara White
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid