Lyrics

Not much to sing about Not much to dream about But the end Don't have a conscious anymore Can't find the process anymore I don't bend Living in this circus carousel It's a conscious effort To control uprisings in myself In my cell I see You in bed with enemies When I lost the will to give Sounds lame But it's true I can't complain But I do I try to tell the truth I tried to tell the truth Oh who? Let all this water rush in? Got a particular way Of getting under my skin Oh who? Let all this water rush in? What an incredible world We find our bodies stuck in We wake up We freak out We make love We make out again You could wring A century out of it But it all depends If you're lucky Find some lovely ways To spend your time and money Maybe buy a bit of space Someone to embrace A purpose A calling or two And reproduce Nothing better to do Bad days Nothing new I got black shades To hide from you When it don't compute They say to find the good Oh who? Let all this water rush in? Got a particular way Of getting under my skin Oh who? Let all this water rush in? What an incredible world We find our bodies stuck in
Writer(s): Lakisha K Robinson, Raymond E Brady Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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