TEDDY - Six Feet Deep lyrics
[TEDDY - Six Feet Deep lyrics]
Rip my heart out, you could test my patience
Now my day ends whenever she say it
Call the tax man asking for vacation
Loaded up with the endless sensation
Wake up to your face, it got me jaded
So high, I never thought that I would I make it
Past the 6th grade, 6 am
She pull up in the Benz, saying fuck all of my friend
Now you're six feet deep since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills, so close I could taste it
Rip my heart out, you could test my patience
Now my day ends whenever she say it
Call the tax man asking for vacation
Loaded up with the endless sensation
Wake up to your face, it got me jaded
So high, I never thought that I would I make it
Past the 6th grade, 6 am
She pull up in the Benz, saying fuck all of my friend
Now you're six feet deep since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills, so close I could taste it
I know why she won't walk
Feelin' like all of these walls could talk
I stop and stare, wonder where you've been
And tell whoever stole your heart they win
So close I could taste it
Now you're six feet deep since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills, so close I could taste it
Now you're six feet deep since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills, so close I could taste it
(Now you're six feet deep since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills, so close I could taste it)
Now my day ends whenever she say it
Call the tax man asking for vacation
Loaded up with the endless sensation
Wake up to your face, it got me jaded
So high, I never thought that I would I make it
Past the 6th grade, 6 am
She pull up in the Benz, saying fuck all of my friend
Now you're six feet deep since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills, so close I could taste it
Rip my heart out, you could test my patience
Now my day ends whenever she say it
Call the tax man asking for vacation
Loaded up with the endless sensation
Wake up to your face, it got me jaded
So high, I never thought that I would I make it
Past the 6th grade, 6 am
She pull up in the Benz, saying fuck all of my friend
Now you're six feet deep since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills, so close I could taste it
I know why she won't walk
Feelin' like all of these walls could talk
I stop and stare, wonder where you've been
And tell whoever stole your heart they win
So close I could taste it
Now you're six feet deep since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills, so close I could taste it
Now you're six feet deep since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills, so close I could taste it
(Now you're six feet deep since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills, so close I could taste it)