Heatmiser

You want every day to be like that magic first When she took shape in your eyes and you in hers You're going down to see her, it's a big mistake She got ice she don't want anyone to break Don't call on me to make disguises fade away Cause honestly I'

mic city sons seem to dumb everything down i got wished a lot of luck and i'll tell you what it's worth now it's a cold-blooded style never was worthwhile but you're such a fucking trial you went and called me up do you bother me on purpose you make

Don't want to sit up straight Or look you in the face I keep checking over your shoulder Cause I’ve been dreaming of low-flying jets Sweet town knocked my head over Over and over You got your head in the clouds You can't hear me at all And I don't