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morose sandwich & btron - on the ground lyrics

chorus: btron]
give me the recipe
give me the rest of me, i’m resting
you cannot handle me
i’m mantle piece, i leave them guessing
always a hand on ps
i handle gs, a thousand blessings
i cannot count on fiends
i count on things that don’t need lessons

[post+chorus: morose sandwich]
yeah, i’m driving around town
you look like some jokers, you look like some clowns
they ask when i’m dropping i have to say “now”
it’s way too much pressure, yeah i have to wow
yeah, woo
“sandwich” they scream from the crowd
i’m finding my energy, finding my sound
i’m wishing a lot but i’m still on the ground

[verse 1: btron]
wishing a lot but i’m still on the ground
you call it rupees, but i call it pounds
you call it rubies, but i call it diamonds
look at my wrist you can see that sh+t shining
i am so cold, man it look like i’m freezing
hazy vision, man it look like i’m dreaming
i got your b+tch on her knees and she queefing
up all night, i don’t think that we sleeping
[verse 2: morose sandwich]
look in the mirror, i don’t see me
look for the angels like 333
don’t know where i’ve gone, only know where i’m going
life taught me so much but i’ll always be growing
hearts all red on my sleeve, like her hair dye
wrapped around her arm, just like a hair tie
“life’s not fair”, nothing is fair
i know, but i still wanna try
so many blessings, i don’t wanna die
i’m telling the truth, why’d you think that i’d lie?
yeah, life’s so crazy
i’d try to see it but i’m too lazy
fly across the world, go to milan
i’ll hi five the pope in the vatican
i’ve got music and money, of course i’ve got bands
and it’s all in my head, but i still got these fans

[chorus: btron]
give me the recipe
give me the rest of me, i’m resting
you cannot handle me
i’m mantle piece, i leave them guessing
always a hand on ps
i handle gs, a thousand blessings
i cannot count on fiends
i count on things that don’t need lessons
[post+chorus: morose sandwich]
yeah, i’m driving around town
you look like some jokers, you look like some clowns
they ask when i’m dropping i have to say “now”
it’s way too much pressure, yeah i have to wow
yeah, woo
“sandwich” they scream from the crowd
i’m finding my energy, finding my sound
i’m wishing a lot but i’m still on the ground

- morose sandwich btron lyrics

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