make it out

make it out

歌手:Guardin

所属专辑:so that's it, huh?

发行时间:2020-12-31

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter

[00:01.000] 作曲 : Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter/Wyatt Daniel Johnson

[00:22.179] I gotta lot to say

[00:23.742] Don't listen to what I say

[00:25.801] Cause every feeling that I ****ing feel is never honest babe, never honest babe

[00:30.014] Like woah, oh

[00:33.768] I've been following the breeze so let me ****ing go

[00:37.542] Let me go, let me go, I've been trying to find the road

[00:41.089] If you get up in my whip with me we'll let the mind implode

[00:44.910] So baby what you doing? I just wanna go home

[00:48.601] I can scoop you like whenever take you back home in the morn

[00:52.454] Like

[00:52.900] We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out

[00:56.622] We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out

[01:00.359] We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out

[01:04.077] We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out

[01:09.443] I said we could ****ing make it out

[01:11.885] Grabbed me by the face and kiss me, then we started making out

[01:15.621] I was listening to DGD and it was raining out

[01:19.254] Voices in my head been asking "What are you complaining 'bout?"

[01:24.122] Cause everything is golden, I've been in my zone and if you wanna roll we could smoke it later

[01:31.933] Live inside this moment, write it and compose it, the talent size of Poland, the following later

[01:38.828] Time to record the door down the hall. Another

[01:42.616] Sorta prequel to fit the sequel, I kinda

[01:46.432] Sorta feel small, not noticed at all, until I

[01:50.106] Wrote a song for it, I wrote a song for it

[01:53.761] Here's how it goes, a bunch of weed smoke. I panic

[01:57.662] Start to feel slow, sick down to my toes. I'm manic

[02:01.486] Time just feels slow, it comes and it goes. The static

[02:05.287] Is all I see though, as I decompose. How tragic

[02:11.859] How Tragic

[02:14.071] Yeah, how tragic

[02:17.957] Yeah, how tragic

[02:23.527] Let me go, let me go, I've been trying to find the road

[02:27.206] If you get up in my whip with me we'll let the mind implode

[02:30.944] So baby what you doing? I just wanna go home

[02:34.716] I can scoop you like whenever take you back home in the morn

[02:38.642] Like

[02:39.115] We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out

[02:42.944] We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out

[02:46.717] We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out

[02:50.530] We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out

作词 : Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter

作曲 : Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter/Wyatt Daniel Johnson

I gotta lot to say

Don't listen to what I say

Cause every feeling that I ****ing feel is never honest babe, never honest babe

Like woah, oh

I've been following the breeze so let me ****ing go

Let me go, let me go, I've been trying to find the road

If you get up in my whip with me we'll let the mind implode

So baby what you doing? I just wanna go home

I can scoop you like whenever take you back home in the morn

Like

We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out

We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out

We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out

We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out

I said we could ****ing make it out

Grabbed me by the face and kiss me, then we started making out

I was listening to DGD and it was raining out

Voices in my head been asking "What are you complaining 'bout?"

Cause everything is golden, I've been in my zone and if you wanna roll we could smoke it later

Live inside this moment, write it and compose it, the talent size of Poland, the following later

Time to record the door down the hall. Another

Sorta prequel to fit the sequel, I kinda

Sorta feel small, not noticed at all, until I

Wrote a song for it, I wrote a song for it

Here's how it goes, a bunch of weed smoke. I panic

Start to feel slow, sick down to my toes. I'm manic

Time just feels slow, it comes and it goes. The static

Is all I see though, as I decompose. How tragic

How Tragic

Yeah, how tragic

Yeah, how tragic

Let me go, let me go, I've been trying to find the road

If you get up in my whip with me we'll let the mind implode

So baby what you doing? I just wanna go home

I can scoop you like whenever take you back home in the morn

Like

We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out

We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out

We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out

We, we, we, we, we could ****ing make it out

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