[sad chɨll] cxrter, greenwood, & notcursed - circles

🎯 Загружено автоматически через бота: 🚫 Оригинал видео: 📺 Данное видео является собственностью канала sad chɨll. Оно представлено в нашем сообществе исключительно в информационных, научных, образовательных или культурных целях. Наше сообщество не утверждает никаких прав на данное видео. Пожалуйста, поддержите автора, посетив его оригинальный канал: @UniversalChill. ✉️ Если у вас есть претензии к авторским правам на данное видео, пожалуйста, свяжитесь с нами по почте support@, и мы немедленно удалим его. 📃 Оригинальное описание: Produced by cxrter x vito Support cxrter Support greenwood Support notcursed ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sad Chill: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lyrics: (greenwood) go in circles, somewhere to know you call it sickness, white lights and cold rooms say my name, the dark luminates through only made in states i’m constrained to tell me what’s the cost something just to have everybody else gets on easier than that i could make a call you could send it back i could give you everything just tell me what you want i could put it all to the side it’s just a noise now i could make it right in the end but what’s the point now fuck it up so late the game who i’m supposed to be i was me, but it’s really not a choice now voice down, breathe in, breathe out never one to fall, but i’m in so deep dream of death when i fall asleep white lies just complicate it painted in colors fading wonder why i’ve been so pressed feet on top, my neck have started pressing down again go in circles, somewhere to know you call it sickness, white lights and cold rooms say my name, the dark luminates through only made in states i’m constrained to (notcursed) don’t wanna cause a loss of my own life my own voice don’t feel right you called it, under the street light i walked back alone i’m craving for a feeling creating my own meaning heart drops, a fleeting but you wouldn’t believe it let it sink in i can’t find a reason for all the commotion when will i learn all the parts i’m supposed to don’t understand the new feelings that grow though (greenwood) go in circles, somewhere to know you call it sickness, white lights and cold rooms say my name, the dark luminates through only made in states i’m constrained to