Ill Lit - Prestonrules lyrics

The first thing a who*e does At the end of the day Is shower to wash away What they've done, and for what. I want to visit the heaven Of f. rogers and j. denver, So i'll know things are gonna Get better when we die. And the grace That you keep falling from; Crawling towards bethlehem, Comforting the seconds left You're untying the bound. "could you do me a favor For awhile,and wait here, See if they look back?" You get angry We didn't all scatter In the fear of things to come. In the meantime, I'll be the one who runs. And the things you do To ease the pain Of the things you've done Are going to drive you insane. You can't keep your hands To yourself. you're gonna see If you can be someone else And be free from the self You doubted you'd see In anyboby else except me.