Son Lux, BOOTS - Troubled World lyrics
[Son Lux, BOOTS - Troubled World lyrics]
These are my father's children
Each one outshines the sun
It's still raining in Manhattan
Kinda funny, I'm the only person laughing
You think I'm saying shit
To only get reactions
But these somersaulting words can't find
Their footing or their traction
I think this waters been poisoned
Choose your colors
Paint your flag and never hoist it
I can't recall the purposes of our voices
Rose petal
Pedal to the meddling of solitary noises
Seventeen and still breathing
Vile bile suck the venom out and tweet it
A flesh wound can be treated
But everybody stay seated, uh
Fuck real life just keep it distant
No fucks to give when everything is instant
Lately I've been reminiscent
You can't play it back
Regress into an infant
If it's trouble that you want
It's trouble that you get give it a go
Give it a go do it alone, yeah
Done with the troubled world
Done with the troubled world
I'm done with the troubled world
My heart of love no space full up no chase
Pulled up close race pale cheeks ghost face
Dead Presidents nation in abode bag
Full coverage but get your own toe tag
Each one outshines the sun
It's still raining in Manhattan
Kinda funny, I'm the only person laughing
You think I'm saying shit
To only get reactions
But these somersaulting words can't find
Their footing or their traction
I think this waters been poisoned
Choose your colors
Paint your flag and never hoist it
I can't recall the purposes of our voices
Rose petal
Pedal to the meddling of solitary noises
Seventeen and still breathing
Vile bile suck the venom out and tweet it
A flesh wound can be treated
But everybody stay seated, uh
Fuck real life just keep it distant
No fucks to give when everything is instant
Lately I've been reminiscent
You can't play it back
Regress into an infant
If it's trouble that you want
It's trouble that you get give it a go
Give it a go do it alone, yeah
Done with the troubled world
Done with the troubled world
I'm done with the troubled world
My heart of love no space full up no chase
Pulled up close race pale cheeks ghost face
Dead Presidents nation in abode bag
Full coverage but get your own toe tag