LaLion – Karma’s For Closers Lyrics
LaLion – Karma’s For Closers Lyrics
No don’t go
Said the ghost in the road
Ice cold sold his soul
For shot at the gold
Oh no
Hes fading
Got sick of waiting
Talking with coffins
It cost him his savings
No
Don’t go
Tell me won’t you stay
At least until they fade
Cuz all I see are
Ghosts
Demons in my brain
Screaming I won’t change
I see them walking every day
I hear them talking in my veins
Yelling karma’s for closers
Karma’s for closers
Karma’s for closers
Living it up
Talking with demons they live in my cup
Caution the phoenix who joking with love
Promise the reason I’m screaming is gloves
Found on the scene don’t fit me
Whitney
Found in the body I’m tipsy, crispy
Liver been burnt for the ashes
Cash is all that could solve all the masses
Yelling
No don’t go
Said the ghost in the road
As he passing by the man who sold the world for a show
Took out a pen and pad and wrote a list of bliss he could throw
Inside the mind of all who listen to the songs that he wrote
No don’t go
Said the ghost in the road
Ice cold sold his soul
For shot at the gold
Oh no
Hes fading
Got sick of waiting
Talking with coffins
It cost him his savings
No
Don’t go
Tell me won’t you stay
At least until they fade
Cuz all I see are
Ghosts
Demons in my brain
Screaming I won’t change
I see them walking every day
I hear them talking in my veins
Yelling karma’s for closers
Karma’s for closers
Karma’s for closers
Both of the shoulders
Telling me karma’s for closers
Part of the drama is roses
Cold as the road cut in two all for Moses
Wondering really who chose us
The world getting hollow and hopeless
All I could hope is the town take the crown that I gift and melt it for the coldest
Cuz I just been cutting myself
Burning myself
Cigarette ashes I keep on my shelf
F--- it what else
Gimme the bullets I aimed at the wealth
Give me the razor I keep at my neck, if I fall out of line give me cuts til its death
Give me the lust I trust none left
Give me the lust I trust none left
No don’t go
Said the ghost in the road
Ice cold sold his soul
For shot at the gold
Oh no
Hes fading
Got sick of waiting
Talking with coffins
It cost him his savings
No
Don’t go
Tell me won’t you stay
At least until they fade
Cuz all I see are
Ghosts
Demons in my brain
Screaming I won’t change
I see them walking every day
I hear them talking in my veins
Yelling karma’s for closers
Karma’s for closers
Karma’s for closers
No don’t go
Said the ghost in the road
Ice cold sold his soul
For shot at the gold
Oh no
Hes fading
Got sick of waiting
Talking with coffins
It cost him his savings
No
Don’t go
Tell me won’t you stay
At least until they fade
Cuz all I see are
Ghosts
Demons in my brain
Screaming I won’t change
I see them walking every day
I hear them talking in my veins
Yelling karma’s for closers
Karma’s for closers
Karma’s for closers
Living it up
Talking with demons they live in my cup
Caution the phoenix who joking with love
Promise the reason I’m screaming is gloves
Found on the scene don’t fit me
Whitney
Found in the body I’m tipsy, crispy
Liver been burnt for the ashes
Cash is all that could solve all the masses
Yelling
No don’t go
Said the ghost in the road
As he passing by the man who sold the world for a show
Took out a pen and pad and wrote a list of bliss he could throw
Inside the mind of all who listen to the songs that he wrote
No don’t go
Said the ghost in the road
Ice cold sold his soul
For shot at the gold
Oh no
Hes fading
Got sick of waiting
Talking with coffins
It cost him his savings
No
Don’t go
Tell me won’t you stay
At least until they fade
Cuz all I see are
Ghosts
Demons in my brain
Screaming I won’t change
I see them walking every day
I hear them talking in my veins
Yelling karma’s for closers
Karma’s for closers
Karma’s for closers
Both of the shoulders
Telling me karma’s for closers
Part of the drama is roses
Cold as the road cut in two all for Moses
Wondering really who chose us
The world getting hollow and hopeless
All I could hope is the town take the crown that I gift and melt it for the coldest
Cuz I just been cutting myself
Burning myself
Cigarette ashes I keep on my shelf
F--- it what else
Gimme the bullets I aimed at the wealth
Give me the razor I keep at my neck, if I fall out of line give me cuts til its death
Give me the lust I trust none left
Give me the lust I trust none left
No don’t go
Said the ghost in the road
Ice cold sold his soul
For shot at the gold
Oh no
Hes fading
Got sick of waiting
Talking with coffins
It cost him his savings
No
Don’t go
Tell me won’t you stay
At least until they fade
Cuz all I see are
Ghosts
Demons in my brain
Screaming I won’t change
I see them walking every day
I hear them talking in my veins
Yelling karma’s for closers
Karma’s for closers
Karma’s for closers
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