Lyrics: Tim De Cotta/Evan Low
Music: Tim De Cotta/Evan Low
(TIM DE COTTA)
I got my mask on, just like they said it's supposed to be
But all I can remember is the sun we used to see
And as I think about it, how can this be?
Gone are the lovely days where his music moved me
Just like this beat that we be riding on
His legacy be shining on
We could lean on him
Like you can lean on me
So brothers and sisters you will see
We won't wither...
(BOBBI BROWN)
I have a pen and a paper
But I can't write no more
Staring up at the ceiling
What do we do this for?
Walking to the liquor store
Hoping they will sell me more
Gordon's gin, maaannn I am such a boar
Pig headed brilliance is alllll that Im after
Humble beginnings will only ever make you dafter
Drafting resilience
Healing by the billions
Thought I'd get to shake your hand and thank you in Vermilion
Better off dead
That's what
she said
No capillary bed
To rest my head
Misread the purebreds
With banana bread
Check your ego like a free throw
Everybody know that life is moving at allegro
So, before you get to saying
"I know, I know!"
Hold everyone you got
No room for dominoes
I am only slowing down cause I got to go
B-O to the B-B-I
You already know
We won't wither...