CONSTELLATIONS sb Hunt (Ft. Sewerperson)
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[Verse 1: sb Hunt]
Yeah
Tracin' silhouettes under this candlelight
Constellations tell us that we'll be alright, yeah
Constantly reminded almost every night
Before I close my eyes
[Chorus: sb Hunt]
Can't control this shit, I would die 'bout mine
Only hit my line when it's dark outside
No, I can't forget what you said that night
Think about it all the time, yeah
[Verse 2: Sewerperson]
(Let's go)
These constellations guide me to the tree of light
I wish everybody felt the pain I feel at night
Lickin' at my wounds and at my blunt, packed up two (Yeah)
You can't do this shit how I do it, I keep goin' up through the roof (Yеah, I'm up)
Huh, I'm kickin' down the front door, pilin' in
Get to the floor, shе put blades up in my heart
I took 'em out and broke 'em apart
Okay, let's go, huh
I couldn't rest my head, this place is not my home
Rippin' apart my words, these thoughts are not my own
Oh, this warm porch light has bled to grey-winged moths
I should've reached this state before my soul 'came lost
His back is broke by weight, accrued at creed's own cost
I should've reached this state before my bones turned dust
Yeah
Tracin' silhouettes under this candlelight
Constellations tell us that we'll be alright, yeah
Constantly reminded almost every night
Before I close my eyes
[Chorus: sb Hunt]
Can't control this shit, I would die 'bout mine
Only hit my line when it's dark outside
No, I can't forget what you said that night
Think about it all the time, yeah
[Verse 2: Sewerperson]
(Let's go)
These constellations guide me to the tree of light
I wish everybody felt the pain I feel at night
Lickin' at my wounds and at my blunt, packed up two (Yeah)
You can't do this shit how I do it, I keep goin' up through the roof (Yеah, I'm up)
Huh, I'm kickin' down the front door, pilin' in
Get to the floor, shе put blades up in my heart
I took 'em out and broke 'em apart
Okay, let's go, huh
I couldn't rest my head, this place is not my home
Rippin' apart my words, these thoughts are not my own
Oh, this warm porch light has bled to grey-winged moths
I should've reached this state before my soul 'came lost
His back is broke by weight, accrued at creed's own cost
I should've reached this state before my bones turned dust
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