[Intro:]
Wake up
Wake up (Dream)
Wake up (Dream)
[Verse 1: Woody]
Uh, uh
[?] hearts, RPV cut
I think that you're asking of me, too much
The night felt fake when I woke up (Uh, and)
Why is Ricky at the foot of my bed?
I'm at home, not the shed one
Did we really eat pasta with Chris last night?
[?] betray me
It's probably better 'fore they tried to enslave me
I lost a lot of [?] fucked up
[?] at the lighthouse
I didn't want to, I felt bad
Did we really eat pasta with Chris last night?
[Verse 2: Ricky Chix]
I was sitting at the foot of be-e-еd
Because I was tired, Woody, what еlse?
Lately it feels like 12am, when I'm in the shed
Try to love an equilibrium, but they want me dead
I can bet like everything Chris is still asleep upstairs
I can count on everyone when all my pockets feeling bare
Used to get the Heart Piece and the V Cuts now I got the M10s
Me and my brother in one bed, ever since I was 10
It’s the stories that we made not the stories that we bend
It’s the people that we touch not the people that we met
My brother put me in the closet, all the things that I’ve learned
He was my brother it was just his turn
Wake up
Wake up (Dream)
Wake up (Dream)
[Verse 1: Woody]
Uh, uh
[?] hearts, RPV cut
I think that you're asking of me, too much
The night felt fake when I woke up (Uh, and)
Why is Ricky at the foot of my bed?
I'm at home, not the shed one
Did we really eat pasta with Chris last night?
[?] betray me
It's probably better 'fore they tried to enslave me
I lost a lot of [?] fucked up
[?] at the lighthouse
I didn't want to, I felt bad
Did we really eat pasta with Chris last night?
[Verse 2: Ricky Chix]
I was sitting at the foot of be-e-еd
Because I was tired, Woody, what еlse?
Lately it feels like 12am, when I'm in the shed
Try to love an equilibrium, but they want me dead
I can bet like everything Chris is still asleep upstairs
I can count on everyone when all my pockets feeling bare
Used to get the Heart Piece and the V Cuts now I got the M10s
Me and my brother in one bed, ever since I was 10
It’s the stories that we made not the stories that we bend
It’s the people that we touch not the people that we met
My brother put me in the closet, all the things that I’ve learned
He was my brother it was just his turn
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