FrostyOfficial - The World at the End of Time lyrics
[FrostyOfficial - The World at the End of Time lyrics]
Stepping on the gas, to the
Moon, to the stars
Here we go
Dying all alone in the snow
Motherfucker talking crazy I ain’t
Hearin what he said
All I really do is shake
Hands and make more bread
Ay
Texting all my homies, get
Together, let us ride
Yall know
I be on the top, never low
Although the world got me fucked
I ain’t ever runnin slow
Yall can catch me if you want, but
We know it’s all for show
Yea
We lost inside a fantasy and
We ain’t getting out
Wе put our love inside the pot
And now wе finna ballout
Oh I wish it last forever but
You have to live in doubt
Never ever lose the sight if
You wanna gain the clout
Put the past beside the corridor
And take a fuckin cruise
A sixty four impala, to the moon, never lose
We’re so sick of chasing fakes
So we sing our own blues
Tell the world that we’re here
Spread the world of our news
Now, lose the fuckin weight
Feeling great, enter life
In it’s gate
A world rid of all the wretched hate
Your whole body feeling safe and
Now your feeling lightweight
Daydreaming bout a planet that you
Your own create
Now, summon all your demons, lock
Em up, put em all
In a cage
No need to feel enraged
Time to fucking party like
It’s nineteen ninety nine
Dine in the glory feast and
Sippin finest wine yuh
Hope you’re all fine, at
The End of Time
Hope you’re all fine, at
The End of Time
Hope you’re all fine, at
The End of Time
Hope you’re all fine, at
The End of Time
Moon, to the stars
Here we go
Dying all alone in the snow
Motherfucker talking crazy I ain’t
Hearin what he said
All I really do is shake
Hands and make more bread
Ay
Texting all my homies, get
Together, let us ride
Yall know
I be on the top, never low
Although the world got me fucked
I ain’t ever runnin slow
Yall can catch me if you want, but
We know it’s all for show
Yea
We lost inside a fantasy and
We ain’t getting out
Wе put our love inside the pot
And now wе finna ballout
Oh I wish it last forever but
You have to live in doubt
Never ever lose the sight if
You wanna gain the clout
Put the past beside the corridor
And take a fuckin cruise
A sixty four impala, to the moon, never lose
We’re so sick of chasing fakes
So we sing our own blues
Tell the world that we’re here
Spread the world of our news
Now, lose the fuckin weight
Feeling great, enter life
In it’s gate
A world rid of all the wretched hate
Your whole body feeling safe and
Now your feeling lightweight
Daydreaming bout a planet that you
Your own create
Now, summon all your demons, lock
Em up, put em all
In a cage
No need to feel enraged
Time to fucking party like
It’s nineteen ninety nine
Dine in the glory feast and
Sippin finest wine yuh
Hope you’re all fine, at
The End of Time
Hope you’re all fine, at
The End of Time
Hope you’re all fine, at
The End of Time
Hope you’re all fine, at
The End of Time