South

I'm not on it today
 You promised you'd save me your side of the bed
 She's tired, I'm dead
 Fled 9 hearts
 Got battle scars to get to you
 I won't wonder what she's yet to do
 I said i'll be late and
 Next to walk the dime, Not fall in line
 But tables turn and fables talk to me more than the ends do these days
 Wont you come round my dear?
 There's only one way down
 Don't do runway, textbook, or flatline
 Just caught up in some next hook
 Shit, back down South
 I'm not on it today
 You promised you'd save me your side of the bed
 You lied and I bled
 We're tired
 I'd move mars to get to you
 Work wonders, break them fast, we do
 I said I'll be late and
 Probably next to walk the dime
 Not fall in line with you each way
 I still got time for you
 I get reminded these days
 There's only one way down here
 Don't you run away, ma
 Don't do runway, or text book, or flatline
 Just breeze round to the next hook
 And I'm back down South
 It's that time again
 Ah, shit
 Back down south, it's that -
 I'm not on it today
 You promised you'd save me your side of the bed
 She's tired and I'm dead
 I only asked you get me through
 Won't wonder what she's yet to do
 I said I'll be late and walk the dime
 Not fall in line with you
 No more lines with you these days
 I wash my hands of it
 Still cop a gram round these ways
 But what's a bens do these days?
 A little more than my friends do, these days
 I don't do runway, or textbook, or flatline
 Just breeze round to the next hook
 It's that time
 Don't do runway, or textbook
 Go flatline
 Just breeze round to the next hook
 It's that time