Wide awake, keep up Fallin' shapes, don't die On my tongue, a lap On my lap, a gun In the gun, a kiss Let it blow your mind 'Til the dust returns To the number nine
Break lights off in the distance, don't follow me And the sky came crawlin' out beneath the waves Crashin' into the sun, ain't no stoppin' me And when the checkered flags are waved There'll be no one else and nothing left of me
Wide awake, keep up Fallin' shapes, don't diĐ” On my tongue, a lap On my lap, a gun In the gun, a kiss Let it blow your mind 'Til thĐ” dust returns To the number nine
Break lights off in the distance, don't follow me And the sky came crawlin' out beneath the waves (Huh) Crashin' into the sun, ain't no stoppin' me And when the checkered flags are waved There'll be no one else and nothing left of me
Wide awake, keep up Fallin' shapes, don't die On my tongue, a lap On my lap, a gun In the gun, a kiss Let it blow your mind 'Til the dust returns To the number nine
I am the grim reaper I'm the streets sweeper I am the nightmare dream-stalker There's not too much that gets past my two eyes Even at night Better think twice Feel your deep-rooted emotions Fulfill the devotions Don't you get away, I'll be on your skin like lotion Livin' inside your brain, I'm the rizz and your mind's open (There'll be no one else and nothing left of me)
Wide awake, keep up Fallin' shapes, don't die On my tongue, a lap On my lap, a gun In the gun, a kiss Let it blow your mind 'Til the dust returns To the number nine
(With my eyes wide shut) Wide awake, keep up Fallin' shapes, don't die (And my mind goes blank) On my tongue, a lap On my lap, a gun (When I don't know time) In the gun, a kiss Let it blow your mind
'Til the dust returns To the number nine
Compositores: Miguel Jontel Pimentel, Brook Christian Davis (Brook Dleau), Miles Parks Mccollum, Nicholas Ross Pimentel (Nick Pimentel) ECAD: Obra #41011125