Some People by The Pica Beats Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Some people go, go 'til their hearts give out
And now they're resting
Go, my instincts tell me you're a man in doubt
And now the rest go
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, what's it all about?
And now the rest sing
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, what's it all about?
[Pre-Chorus]
I saw my thoughts grow back
Felt chain when they went bad
This road will run you down
It's a [?] for the same old town
You know I goddamn miss the violence
And that kid with the lion's mane
And I'll go there preaching all [?] not the same
And the walls seem [?]
And lost their scent of shame
But I am sure that I am not
It's all fair game
[Verse 2]
Some people might say you nevеr flood the drought
And only one says
I don't trust my eyеs but I am wet throughout
And all the rest go
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, there's no reason to doubt
And now the rest sing
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, there's no reason to doubt
[Pre-Chorus]
I felt my face go cold
And fringe in our [?]
Be still, it's a good month's death
Behold my silver breath
[Chorus]
You know I goddamn miss the violence
And that kid with the lion's mane
And I'll go there preaching all [?] not the same
And the walls seem [?]
And lost their scent of shame
But I am sure that I am not
It's all fair game
[Outro]
And you got the rest of your life
To get the brush strokes right
Yeah, you got the rest of your life
So the big dog's comin' to kill you, right
And you keep tellin' yourself that it's not your fight
But all the [?] buried beneath your house
And all the saints and all the sinners are gonna get doubts
While the flow in the few and the cots with the spark
And the pictures and frames and the bed in the dark
It'll burn like the moth when it circles the flame
And the wings will adapt to the levels of pain
And so the big dog's comin' to take your mind
And you keep tellin' yourself that it's not your time
But all the records are all falling and off the end
And all the lyrics [?] written by demon pens
They will lie through their teeth, draw a line through in the sand
And you'll cross in the dark to a perilous place
But the drawings you make, they will show us the way
And the wings will adapt to the levels of pain
They have felt
In their [?]
And you got the rest of your life
Some people go, go 'til their hearts give out
And now they're resting
Go, my instincts tell me you're a man in doubt
And now the rest go
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, what's it all about?
And now the rest sing
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, what's it all about?
[Pre-Chorus]
I saw my thoughts grow back
Felt chain when they went bad
This road will run you down
It's a [?] for the same old town
You know I goddamn miss the violence
And that kid with the lion's mane
And I'll go there preaching all [?] not the same
And the walls seem [?]
And lost their scent of shame
But I am sure that I am not
It's all fair game
[Verse 2]
Some people might say you nevеr flood the drought
And only one says
I don't trust my eyеs but I am wet throughout
And all the rest go
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, there's no reason to doubt
And now the rest sing
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, there's no reason to doubt
[Pre-Chorus]
I felt my face go cold
And fringe in our [?]
Be still, it's a good month's death
Behold my silver breath
[Chorus]
You know I goddamn miss the violence
And that kid with the lion's mane
And I'll go there preaching all [?] not the same
And the walls seem [?]
And lost their scent of shame
But I am sure that I am not
It's all fair game
[Outro]
And you got the rest of your life
To get the brush strokes right
Yeah, you got the rest of your life
So the big dog's comin' to kill you, right
And you keep tellin' yourself that it's not your fight
But all the [?] buried beneath your house
And all the saints and all the sinners are gonna get doubts
While the flow in the few and the cots with the spark
And the pictures and frames and the bed in the dark
It'll burn like the moth when it circles the flame
And the wings will adapt to the levels of pain
And so the big dog's comin' to take your mind
And you keep tellin' yourself that it's not your time
But all the records are all falling and off the end
And all the lyrics [?] written by demon pens
They will lie through their teeth, draw a line through in the sand
And you'll cross in the dark to a perilous place
But the drawings you make, they will show us the way
And the wings will adapt to the levels of pain
They have felt
In their [?]
And you got the rest of your life