Letra da Música: prestonhood - Ill Lit

well you got your endurance
make sure that its working
stay a little longer
show her your worth it
a list of understandings
and arguements is inside, while
every hip girl i know these days
likes Suicide.
i was beat with an elder stick
crooking my neck, but i grew with it
in Southern California, where we're all cheering
for ya.
there's always fog at this height
with all the ghosts you swear you'd need
the ones condeming who you'll be,
i'll be the one setting the free
but you can't tell them from me.
break yourself
it won't hurt a bit
even always cold, you're never used to it
and, oh, the winter is for ya
to help you adore her
but i miss your understanding
and all was had was this time, you told me
everything that i believe will save me tonight.