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crook - gregor mcmurray lyrics

look
she ain’t always open with you, but she sorta ajar
he’s a re*offending crook, in and out of the bars
it feels better than it looks, and you go blind when it’s blind when it’s
i got some sins, listen in
where do i start?

let the cell ring, nothing to tell me
know alarms when i hear em
but f*ck my well*being
talking sense to me is an ear beating
all i’m hearings interference
charlie brown at a pta meeting
far away from god in heavens nosebleed seating
vet against thesе demons tryna pen peacе treaties
some day i’ll repent, but h*ll’s been in 3d
inhale sh*t that’s not air so i can breathe easy
she ain’t always open with you, but she sorta ajar
he’s a re*offending crook, in and out of the bars
it feels better than it looks, and you go blind when it’s dark
i got some sins, listen in
where do i start?

i was feeling manic, so i’m acting like a soap show
i was being damaged, don’t be judging just how we cope
i was disadvantaged, i had problems by the boatload
i was up and planning, took the cold made a ski slope
went from cold hearts to icing out my throat
wave noah’s ark, even when i cry to shiloh
appalled like they blart, hate a copper to the upmost
they tell like an art, shocked i don’t want em too close

had to push away another pyromaniac
only way i’m cool with you, your standing way back
and i know when i son em, these fools burning up
fire*starters with a heater, but you can’t aim for none
only time i’m a snake is when they boiling my blood
but the squad gonna come, and they really going dumb
and they cutting up your guts like it’s chitlins for lunch
if your what it is now, we’ll make you what it was

i got racks
i got racks
i got racks
i got racks in my eyes
i got prayers for my health, i got some for my demise
i got d*
i got d*
i got d*
i got dms what’s mine
got ’em falling after autumn i bring cold to winter time
i bring my friends to the function, i’m tryna open minds
messy tryna open bottles cuz he tryna open wives
wives
wives
i’d rather leave my brain behind
but i’m never not on 10
i never drop a dime

- gregor mcmurray lyrics

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