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Rules of Accomplishment Video (MV)




Performed By: The City Hall
Length: 3:19
Written by: The City Hall




The City Hall - Rules of Accomplishment Lyrics




Fake cough, what you said
I'm impatiently on top of it
Real talk, what you meant
I am definitely incompetent

Cause nothing lasts forever
That's the way it's always been
Lying to your mother
Bout the things you never did

Here now, on the fence
I'm considering my deepest sins
Waste time, in my head
Bend the rules of what's accomplishment

Cause everything is never
If you're judging by the end
And Compliments are better
When you say them in your head

Some kind of mess
Some kind of kid
So where can I hide again

Nothing lasts forever
That's the way it's always been

Lying to your mother
Was the saddest shit you did

And work is always better
When you start what you can end
Coughing up your pride
With all these hands around your neck

Slow ways, to get in
Always, breaks my hands

Here today, after 5
I'll be thinking if it's worth the drive
Cause two hours, of my life
I'm expected only, not to die
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Fake cough, what you said
I'm impatiently on top of it
Real talk, what you meant
I am definitely incompetent

Cause nothing lasts forever
That's the way it's always been
Lying to your mother
Bout the things you never did

Here now, on the fence
I'm considering my deepest sins
Waste time, in my head
Bend the rules of what's accomplishment

Cause everything is never
If you're judging by the end
And Compliments are better
When you say them in your head

Some kind of mess
Some kind of kid
So where can I hide again

Nothing lasts forever
That's the way it's always been

Lying to your mother
Was the saddest shit you did

And work is always better
When you start what you can end
Coughing up your pride
With all these hands around your neck

Slow ways, to get in
Always, breaks my hands

Here today, after 5
I'll be thinking if it's worth the drive
Cause two hours, of my life
I'm expected only, not to die
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Writer: The City Hall
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