65 lyrics for "Listening to the"
Walking in a winter wonderland. In the meadow we can build a snowman, Sleigh bells ring, are you listening, In the lane, snow is glistening A beautiful sight, We're happy tonight. Gone away is the bluebird, Here to stay is a new bird He sings a love song,
PlayAre we alive or just breathing Don't close your eyes, see the images Descend into hysteria Chaos of mankind but who is listening to the voice of hatred Tortured souls lost so completely lost Weakened in the concept of decline, deception The sky weeps
PlayMotherfucka time to take it to the streets Yeah, yeah, yeah Motherfucka are you listening to me Motherfucka are you moving to the beat Motherfucka play it on the radio Motherfucka I will see you at the show Motherfucka let's show up tonight You can call
Play(Goin' under) Tryna keep myself from goin' under I've been listening Young Thugger When it's good, it's good, but the question is Are you down to fuck with the other side? (No cab, no ride, yeah) Lately I been bumpin' trap music Don't wanna listen if I
Play'Cause I'd spend half this morning Thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in I should know 'Cause I'd spend all the whole day Listening to your message I’m keeping And never deleting In the morning when you wake up I like to believe you are thinking of me
PlayHappiness straight from the bottle When real life’s too hard to swallow I reach out when I have a confession I reach out in desperation I reach out when no one is listening So I could looking for the next best thing I feel them judging on me for their
PlayMy collection of nightmares, thoughts, and real life situations I've lived 17 is the number tattooed on the right side of my head My own personal number Soon to be explained in future interviews or instances By listening to this album, you are literally
PlayI can make you, (I can make you believe in anything) Believe in anything My neighbors keep gettin' murdered so we sleep with the alarm on Bedroom filled with Nike SBs and Comme de Garcons Starin' at the ceiling listening to soul father Tryna' make the
PlayThese honky tonks and bright lights Used to thrill me I'd paint the town and stumble in at down But now there's no one listening for my footsteps It's winding down to one more night alone I thought I had her wrapped around my finger I didn't think this
PlayI'm going down, going down the drain Don't bring me down, I beg you Don't bring me down, I won't let you I'm going down, I don't want to change Don't bring me down, Faint light of dawn I'm listening to you breathing in and breathing out Needing nothing
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