Graves (We Wrote The Book)

Lyrics

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 Come on the desperation stay the same
 Grip tight to the reins, smoke lights by the chain
 You won't find no letter by my remains
 Not caught dead settling
 No black sweater, slacks or shoes
 With any pennies in a federal stake
 A steady hand ready to drop stakes through any bloodsucker
 Sick of the news, yeah eat him up
 Cover him up like headstones in the fall
 We don't stop, keeping it warm, keeping it hot
 Treading water in a rising tide
 Throw it on, ride whatever we on
 Dawn whenever we wonder, we don't ask why
 Correct, the best shoe's the worst step
 Some tools to work with, confused and worthless
 Peruse the surface but don't dig deep enough
 Wait, they, they turning in they graves
 We, we dig them up and rearrange
 Aim, take them out the way they came
 Switch them out the frame
 You got to find something else to hang
 You didn't get mature, you got tame
 They ain't the same
 Thoughts convertible, that's what I'm on
 Keep living in your box
 What is that, a Scion?
 Cool, it's all fool's gold, ask me
 What's the goal fool?
 Dig deep, like six feet
 Speak, retreat, whatever, don't ask me
 I'm busy working with that shorthand shovel
 Fools ready to pound moves, bloody knuckles
 Keep the surface free, don't ask me
 I'm busy working with that shorthand shovel
 Fools ready to pound bloody knuckles, don't ask me
 Speak, retreat, whatever, don't ask me
 I'm busy working with the shorthand shovel
 Speak, retreat, whatever, don't ask me
 I'm busy working with the shorthand shovel
 Fools ready to pound bloody knuckles
 
 Graves, shovel, let's get to it
 We wrote the book, they'll have to remain truant
 We wrote the book by moving the blame to it
 We wrote the book by keeping the change
 Digging up graves, shovel, let's get to it
 We wrote the book, the hobbies will stay ruined
 We wrote the book, the how to remain stupid
 We wrote the book by checking the aim
 Digging up graves, come on, shovel them bones
 We wrote the book by cutting the dead clones
 We wrote the book by smashing a dead phone
 Getting a good second alone before
 Digging up graves, shovel, let's get to it
 We wrote the book by moving the blame to it
 We wrote the book, my civil just ain't do it
 We wrote the book, now look at the fame
 Digging up graves
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:13
Key
7
Tempo
112 BPM

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