Letra de November
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(Verse)
Oh November, poor November
3 years ago, November
Oh November, poor November
3 years ago, November
I woke up frozen, cold November
It’s time to start the show November
Kool-Aid picture, poor November
This year you can’t ignore November
From now on you’re on your own November
Jones, I own November
Sit in silence, a mannequin
Anxious, panic attack again
Desolate, the record spins
In reverse, the devil sings
Brainwashing messages
Laundering my 2 pennies spent
Start the fire, fan the flame
I’m never coming back again
(Hook)
Run boy, run
It’s hard as you’re trying to
Run boy, run
These things are inside of you
Run boy, run
It’s right, this is a prophecy
Run boy, run
And this is pure energy
(Verse)
Empty pockets, broken bones
Overwhelmed, overdose
All alone on this sinking ship
Snow White, wrinkled skin
Drowning in a pool of blood
To crucify my buzz
I write about suicide and drugs
To justify my thug
Insane asylum dreams
Interrupted by violent screams
Sedatives, medicine
This guy’s turning red again
Run, get up and run from
All the pain, far away
Start the fire, fan the flame
I’m never coming back again
(Hook)
Run boy, run
It’s hard as you’re trying to
Run boy, run
These things are inside of you
Run boy, run
It’s right, this is a prophecy
Run boy, run
And this is pure energy
(Verse)
Run til I see paradise
Ferris Wheels, haunted houses
Carousel, house of mirrors
Rollercoaster screams, cotton candy
Fountain soda streams,
Orange drink, Papa Doc, Voodoo King
Midway Games, even if you lose you win
Helter Skelter, Kokomo
On a motorcycle, speeding down an open road
With my helmet off, wind in my face
And not a motherfuckin thing will ever get in my way
I’ll never look at what’s behind me, so long yesterday
My whole life’s a struggle
I deserve better days
Sweet symphony, the angels sing
I feel like I’m flying with angel wings
Over California sands, Las Vegas lights
New York I made it, and I’m staying the night
It’s time to start the show November
Kool-Aid picture, poor November
This year you can’t ignore November
From now on you’re on your own November
Jones, I own November
Sit in silence, a mannequin
Anxious, panic attack again
Desolate, the record spins
In reverse, the devil sings
Brainwashing messages
Laundering my 2 pennies spent
Start the fire, fan the flame
I’m never coming back again
(Hook)
Run boy, run
It’s hard as you’re trying to
Run boy, run
These things are inside of you
Run boy, run
It’s right, this is a prophecy
Run boy, run
And this is pure energy
(Verse)
Empty pockets, broken bones
Overwhelmed, overdose
All alone on this sinking ship
Snow White, wrinkled skin
Drowning in a pool of blood
To crucify my buzz
I write about suicide and drugs
To justify my thug
Insane asylum dreams
Interrupted by violent screams
Sedatives, medicine
This guy’s turning red again
Run, get up and run from
All the pain, far away
Start the fire, fan the flame
I’m never coming back again
(Hook)
Run boy, run
It’s hard as you’re trying to
Run boy, run
These things are inside of you
Run boy, run
It’s right, this is a prophecy
Run boy, run
And this is pure energy
(Verse)
Run til I see paradise
Ferris Wheels, haunted houses
Carousel, house of mirrors
Rollercoaster screams, cotton candy
Fountain soda streams,
Orange drink, Papa Doc, Voodoo King
Midway Games, even if you lose you win
Helter Skelter, Kokomo
On a motorcycle, speeding down an open road
With my helmet off, wind in my face
And not a motherfuckin thing will ever get in my way
I’ll never look at what’s behind me, so long yesterday
My whole life’s a struggle
I deserve better days
Sweet symphony, the angels sing
I feel like I’m flying with angel wings
Over California sands, Las Vegas lights
New York I made it, and I’m staying the night
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