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Fashion Jackson - Wallace lyrics

Artist: Fashion Jackson

album: Gossamer 2


(It's that big money cancer energy)
I miss the smell of the sunset
Gray matter on the gas
But this ain't PL in the rearview
I'm boutta body a bag
They said I couldn't ever love you
But they wasn't anyone else
I'm doing it all by myself
Now I'm paranoid
I might try and get help
I don't know how or who to turn to
And I'm running out of weed to burn through
I might catch on fire like them fucking monks do
I wonder if they end up wishing they didn't
When flesh turns into cinder
To a body bag in the dumpster
Now it's too late, and it's futile
Even miracles turn into monsters
I'm over it
Let me tell you what
I don't wanna fight about it
You're the only one
It's not that complicated, baby
Tell me all your deepest, darkest secrets
So I can forget 'em
You're nothing without baggage, dear
I don't mind when you come around
Cause then it all just quiets down
Like, finally, my god
I'm sick of all the noises, tired of the people
I can't taste the poison anymore
My tongue's tied
Mother Mary got her tubes tied
I could do it any minute if I had the nerve
Let me tell you what
I don't wanna fight about it
You're the only one
It's not that complicated, baby
Let me tell you what
I don't wanna fight about it
You're the only one
It's not that complicated, baby

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