Flavor — текст песни (Relative Ash)

floored, I don`t feel right
so much flavor heжЉЇ sick you know
give up love your arm suffers
so I can invite her spit
I don`t feel right so much flavor IжЉ¦ sick
but don`t trip.
love, I don`t feel right
so much flavor heжЉЇ very, very sick
give up love your arm suffers
so she can invite all of our spit
I don`t feel right so much flavor
I`m sick but don`t trip
eyes are shut crib cries
flush loose teeth pistol whipped
she faints youжЉ®e gone bye, bye
God she`s so sick of being second
taste dies sex when high heart goes limp
she cares youжЉ®e gone bye, bye
God she`s so sick of being second
God she`s so sick of being second
God itжЉЇ such a sin to be second
have you ever witnessed full blown romance
and there ainжЉ° no question they held hands like
we did and your love thank you for having me
IжЉіe witnessed timeless love
YouжЉ®e gone bye, bye
I don`t feel right, I don`t feel right
I don`t feel right
God sheжЉЇ so sick of being second never again
God itжЉЇ such a sin to be second