Bretón - Closed Category текст песни

He loved them even more than his family
But he said
«I know one night someone’s gonna come and put a gun in my head»
Well, you can tell me others involved
I’m swerving this
I’m swerving this
It’s come farther than you’d like to admit
It’s surfacing
It’s surfacing
You’re accustomed to how far it could hit
You from
You’re accustomed to how far it could hit
You from
Stay poor
Spend more
Every town you left was the same
Break doors
Divorce
Leave yourself in certain redundancy
Well, you can tell me others involved
I’m swerving this
I’m swerving this
It’s come farther than you’d like to admit
It’s surfacing
It’s surfacing
Stay poor
Spend more
Every town you left was the same
Break doors
Divorce
Leave yourself in certain redundancy
Stay poor
Spend more
Every town you left was the same
Break doors
Divorce
Leave yourself in certain redundancy
Their stories seems like this craving for something
Which doesn’t matter it bears direction or not
All they know is you want more and you feel life like
Probably
(incomprehensible)