Lyrics: Frank Leone/Teardrop Estates
Music: Frank Leone/Teardrop Estates
[Chorus]
Life is not what you make it
Time will not arm the naked
Six anonymous ages
Slowly sticking art on our faces
Police flipping out on my brothers
Slowly slipping out from the covers (Ayy)
Lonely thoughts on the walls
Stoned talks through the rubbish
[Refrain]
(Ah-ah-ah, oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Ah-ah-ah, oh)
[Verse]
Tone caught an ice cold pivot
I'm alone and I'm rowing on a lifeboat, get it?
I don't run with my back to the evil like people might
Couldn't be the one, got the gun and the bite, bitch, ayy
I'm too nice, bitch
Plotted that play in the clay with the ice pick
Come on, and I'm tight with the vices
Grip got the piff on her lip and the dice, shit, ayy
I been picking my name
But it's cold how the cliff been picked it, "fang"
Goes with the chips in my paint
And the big black drill on my wrist, with the bang
Huh, yeah, bang
Who can accost the one that got slain?
Too many thoughts allowed for one brain
Might make my night the one that I slay, ayy
[Chorus]
Life is not what you make it, ayy
Time will not arm the naked, ayy
Six anonymous ages
Slowly sticking art on our faces
Police flipping out on my brothers
Slowly slipping out from the covers, ayy
Lonely thoughts on the walls
Stoned talks through the rubbish
[Refrain]
(Ah-ah-ah, oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Ah-ah-ah, oh)
[Outro]
Some may cry, some may float away, ooh
Sunday night, can't seem to hold no faith, mm
Some may cry, some may float away, mm
Sunday night, can't seem to hold no faith
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Sunday night, can't seem to hold no faith