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Too Many Nights (feat. OB Jowe)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joep Bogaerts
Joep Bogaerts
Songwriter
Hugo Lövdahl
Hugo Lövdahl
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joep Bogaerts
Joep Bogaerts
Engineer

Lyrics

Reaching out in hell baby come give me your hand I'm burning slowly All these shorties going crazy they blowing just like fan Got the bands no folding Wailing in pain need a shoulder You think you're ice but I'm colder Gonna bleed 'til I'm dying Pop a perc so I know my brain so is going be frying Have me colder in a second Have me dying in a minute Long hours feeling helpless Many days filled with stressing Always lying when they question Ask me how I'm really feeling Tell them go away, I tell them go away I build my part I played it all I showed up every time you called for my heart No one knows about the vices that I chose No one knows about the pain that I held close Too many nights I drank myself to sleep Too many nights ain't trying to pop them pills Too many nights was trying to keep that thrill Too many nights, too many nights Reaching out in hell baby come give me your hand I'm burning slowly All these shorties going crazy they blowing just like fan Got the bands no folding Wailing in pain need a shoulder You think you're ice but I'm colder Gonna bleed 'til I'm dying Pop a perc so I know my brain so is gon' be frying See an old friend bet he wishing I was dead now Sorry to my family and I don't even know how Can't seem to escape all the memories you know why Stuck in this state of mind and I can't seem to get out Stuck on suicide that's all I think about Can't do no 9 to 5 no my mind gets loud Drinking so much liquor to protect my life Evading all my problems I can't keep them out Took them all, I think I took too many Bought them all so you know that I am wealthy Popped them all so my body can stay healthy No withdrawals so I'm not throwing up nothing Reaching out in hell baby come give me your hand I'm burning slowly All these shorties going crazy they blowing just like fan Got the bands no folding Wailing pain need a shoulder You think you're ice but I'm colder Gonna bleed 'til I'm dying Pop a perc so I know my brain so is going be frying
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