. Music is my sanctuary. Music is my blanket. Emotionless the city lies. Cruel it is, it clouds my eyes. The dull the dark shades on my day. I live inside this place. Locked up inside my metal cage
Music is my sanctuary. Music is my blanket. . Emotionless the city lies. Cruel it is, it clouds my eyes. The dull the dark shades on my day. I live inside this place. . Locked up inside my
Bella Poarch. No halo. Baby, I'm the reason why Hell's so hot. Inferno. Baby, I'm the reason why bad's so fun, Hell's so hot. Oh-so. Sub Urban. Terribly terrible, she's the villain. One as sweet as
"Bop Gun (Endangered Species)". Hmm!. Yeah!. Oooooh, yeahhh-aayy!. . On guard!. Defend yourself!. Movin' right on you, baby!. On guard!. Defend yourself!. Down to get down, (down!) baby
I try to simplify, these thoughts that plague our minds. What is this mood we're in, we live like saints with sin. How much to dignify, the facts that come to light. We've lost the will to fight
Intro BENEE. Hahahaha, haha, haha. Uh, oh. Chorus Sub Urban, with BENEE. Uh, oh, uh, oh. Uh, oh, you made a mistake. Uh, oh, uh, oh. Tell me things that can't be true. Verse 1 Sub Urban. Your slacks
How can it feel so nice?. Why does it feel so right?. I think I've been somewhere special. I want to go back there Sleep, I think I will, go back to sleep. Oh it's so cold and shivery outside my
Bài hát Cradles - Sub Urban. Verse 1. I live inside my own world of make believe. Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities. I see the world through eyes covered in pink and bleach. Cross out the
