SARROW Lyrics

Bands bands catching, bands bands catching

Bands bands catching

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, yeah

We don't pick our views

Pick or choose and I think you're losing

Battle the deep end thinking that I'm cruising

Out for 95 and I'm out

You need a new balance

Buy new ounce

Quarter amount

Sit on the couch

Drinking mamosa

I Been on my sofa

I think that I told you I'm gone

She leave me on read, she's dead

Got five minutes to get to there instead

I think that I'm gonna be laying back in bed

With my eyes red, never gonna turn the TV on

I'm feeling no pawn when Im laying in the dawn

When the dust settle on the fade, never run away

Gotta go where they hypnotize that's a tidal wave

Better want a new wave to come and destroy em

New days for your sorrow

She'll be back tomorrow

New days for your sorrow

She'll be back tomorrow

New days for your sorrow

She'll be back tomorrow

New days for your sorrow

I'll be back tomorrow

Rose in the line, think that I'm blind

And I'm co-signing with codeine on my mind

I stand by my money, what you stand these bitches

I think I know the difference and it's all lame

So wanna switch the lane, rearrange your fame

Fuck with you and you ain't game

Attention like Charlie Pruf

I'm hitting Babe Ruths out of stadium

I rock the Palladium

Out of century, out the hustle

Out of the boat that you been fitting in

Living in different vivid images

That you were never fitting into the view

They wanna deal but it's not an interlude

Fucking and choose I never live in that life

You were an option all night

You wanna fact, but we fucking tonight

Living at mine, you wanna decline

What a business, I guess it's my sign

Run away, what are the tide

You wanna live new minds

You wanna go Paris, living in Venice

Not in Detroit and I aint talking about Memphis

Gotta go down, gotta drown no amount

Living a life with no bank account

Tears start errupt, I've been interupting

Bankrupt, you on pavement

You ain't getting payment

You wanna get back with a layman

I think that you getting graved down to the grave

Wanna go sin for days

Singing a bag with a shade

Section like we aint been 8

Wanna go back for the play

New days for your sorrow

She'll be back tomorrow

New days for your sorrow

She'll be back tomorrow

New days for your sorrow

She'll be back tomorrow

New days for your sorrow

New days, new days for you

Four months awaken and you think that I'm taking all these moments that I would hate to recline

I'm declining everything I'm packing in mine

But I feel like you never got attention

And I've been losing, abusing everything that I'm losing

But I ain't been with trust

Get me lust one more time

And I'm never gonna get shot

Living my head, till I'm full of rot

And I decline,

give me that mind

I would never tell you I would be back

And I think that im bragging

You've been on my mind, out of my mental

I think I'll never grab pencils again

Live it or rip it again

Let me go sentence Ill say it again

Tell me where I went because I won't win

We living lies because we ain't friends