Dancepack Lyrics

How many trees to a west end lot?
How many smokes left have you got?
I wanna stand, but I'm talking to a cop

There's piss on my boots, how'd ya make it stop
The dancepack's looking for a crash pad spot
I'm all loan
I'm at the top of the pack

Let's people, and maid to the pines
I'll be awning that lady
I'll be riding her line, whoa!

I'm smoking outside the Computell

I'm already never gonna fail you

Shaking in your clots
And no, they are not cataloging your thoughts

You got one kind of trouble, its the one that's on your back

Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart

And you're shoveling shit and they pay you to talk
My young little soul's unlearning to walk
Clover green
Like bravery done up like a towel sopping wet in the street

The softening blows, the blind heights
A warm winter coat, that's a corn rose
The softening blows, the blind heights
That's a cold tow through the corn rows

Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, and elope for the fore

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