Brooklyn Gamma Letra

Worst day is my best phrase
That's just what I get
Rub, squeezin' my neck
The things I forget
Lost in my hotel room, motionless [?]
That's what we get
Flies licking my face
I'm 'bout to close off on this race
Break ground, start again
Break ground, start again
[?] we can get
Poison on my plate
I'm lovin' all the same
There's hands on my wrist
In the form of a fist, in the form of a kiss
Light up the sky

Showing off your bag
Showing off when you're dead
Cut open the clone
You were wearing all my clothes
Well that's just what I get
It ain't as good as it gets
If you got holes all over your head
[?] on my table, [?] in my rearview
[?] on my hand the form of a fist

At least I'm home
For the lucky ones
Until I do
[?]
At least I'm home
For the lucky ones
Until I do
[?]

Light up the sky
You light up the sky
Light up the sky
Light up the sky
Light up the sky
Light up the sky
Light up the sky
Light up the sky
Light up the sky

At least I'm home
For the lucky ones
Light up the sky
Light up the sky
For the lucky ones