Kyle O'Reary Songtext
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Kyle O'Reary Songtext
Oh yeah, alright
Take a look at me now
Free like a bird from the cage
Shit, guess I just don′t give a fuck
So you can kiss my ass
Lie in the bed that you made
(Woah)
Whisper and tell me, I'm listening closely
There′s nothing left to say, but I'm
Still waiting at your grace
(OH)
Watch out here comes the judgement
What'll they say? Who gives a shit? I really fucking don′t
I just want to start fucking kicking back
Forward four to anyone, who looks at me now
Free like a bird from the cage
Shit, guess I just don′t give a fuck
So you can kiss my ass
Lie in the bed that you made
(Woah)
Whisper and tell me, I'm listening closely
There′s nothing left to say, but I'm
Still waiting at your grace
Riddled with hatred and yet still pointing the finger
Like someone crying out for peace while tightly squeezing the trigger
They say you′ll only get out of it, what you choose to put in
So what the fuck is left to ponder friend?
The results are all in
So you can reap what you sowed
You can reap what you sowed
I'll bring flowers to the bed that you made
Transcend from the fantasy
Transcend from the death
Transcend from the fantasy
Transcend from the death
Transcend from the fantasy
Transcend from the death
Transcend from the fantasy
Transcend from the death
(Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
Take a look at me now
Free like a bird from the cage
Shit, guess I just don′t give a fuck
So you can kiss my ass
Lie in the bed that you made
(Woah)
Whisper and tell me, I'm listening closely
There′s nothing left to say, but I'm
Still waiting at your grace
(OH)
Watch out here comes the judgement
What'll they say? Who gives a shit? I really fucking don′t
I just want to start fucking kicking back
Forward four to anyone, who looks at me now
Free like a bird from the cage
Shit, guess I just don′t give a fuck
So you can kiss my ass
Lie in the bed that you made
(Woah)
Whisper and tell me, I'm listening closely
There′s nothing left to say, but I'm
Still waiting at your grace
Riddled with hatred and yet still pointing the finger
Like someone crying out for peace while tightly squeezing the trigger
They say you′ll only get out of it, what you choose to put in
So what the fuck is left to ponder friend?
The results are all in
So you can reap what you sowed
You can reap what you sowed
I'll bring flowers to the bed that you made
Transcend from the fantasy
Transcend from the death
Transcend from the fantasy
Transcend from the death
Transcend from the fantasy
Transcend from the death
Transcend from the fantasy
Transcend from the death
(Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
Writer(s): Varun Mahadevan, Dong Jackson, Mckenzie Ward, Alex Lopino, Brandons Rodriguez Xviii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
