Driver Idle
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The weight is home
It's gonna bring the pattern to the floor
Sleeping in home
Let me in, let me through
Let me, let me, let me in
It's gonna burn out home
Running shit for curd home
Sleep in the full space home
Let me get your pattern
Let me get your pattern
If you think about
It's gonna fall in half, sat down
Leaning back, the meaning's falling to the floor
Seeding over all the skies above
Give it to me quietly, always gone too low
It's gonna burn out home
Running shit for curd home
Running full space home
Let me get your pattern
Let me get your pattern
Trying to create from a mental state that don't exist no more
There's dead bodies beneath my floorboards
I'm in a space I can't perform
The shit I endure is what I can't afford
I'm chasing love with a verse full of chords
Agony wrapped in a lace veil, headed straight for divorce
This shit is all deformed, it's all deformed, we all deformed
But would you really do it if it would drop
Would anything change about that rusted ass soapbox?
Pain is the fuel, that price rising on necessity
Pain wrapped pain, when we paying the players cuts in green
No more money, no more cuts
I want love
It's gonna burn out home
Running shit for curd home
Running full space home
Let me in, here's the only let me in
Burn out home
Shit for curd home
Full space home
Let me get your number
Let me get your number