I'm all caught up
Mr. Officer don't throw me in the can
My Friday appetite is slightly in and out of hand
Examination overload don't wanna hold the jobs
Incite open rebellion and I'm starting with your mom
So please, I'll hand over the keys
Spare me my lecturation
I'm no good at handling these accusations
Once the critics said the markets been oversaturated and they hate it
If you put this out you'll never make it nor be famous
Oh please misses Robinson
You up for getting down
There's pillows for you knees
And some lipstick for your mouth
I'm a punk upon my pedestal
A penny for your sins
I'm combination expiration date and pseudo grins
Doctor could you spare a little patience
Time slips by without an invitation
Houston I believe we have a problem
There's shit we got into on Uranus
Theres better days on the Horizon
God knows if I will ever find them
Cop sirens blaring through the mischief
She's the waiting game and I'm the minutes
Rise above the fall before tomorrow comes
Our dreams could die with fear and sorrow
Bloodstained is the road of revolution
There's one leader that in which I'd follow
Theres better days on the Horizon
God knows if I will ever find them
Cop sirens blaring through the mischief
She's the waiting game and I'm the minutes
She's the waiting game and I'm the minutes
She's the waiting game and I'm the minutes
FRND CRCL - The Waiting Game Lyrics
FRND CRCL - The Waiting Game Lyrics
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I'm all caught up
Mr. Officer don't throw me in the can
My Friday appetite is slightly in and out of hand
Examination overload don't wanna hold the jobs
Incite open rebellion and I'm starting with your mom
So please, I'll hand over the keys
Spare me my lecturation
I'm no good at handling these accusations
Once the critics said the markets been oversaturated and they hate it
If you put this out you'll never make it nor be famous
Oh please misses Robinson
You up for getting down
There's pillows for you knees
And some lipstick for your mouth
I'm a punk upon my pedestal
A penny for your sins
I'm combination expiration date and pseudo grins
Doctor could you spare a little patience
Time slips by without an invitation
Houston I believe we have a problem
There's shit we got into on Uranus
Theres better days on the Horizon
God knows if I will ever find them
Cop sirens blaring through the mischief
She's the waiting game and I'm the minutes
Rise above the fall before tomorrow comes
Our dreams could die with fear and sorrow
Bloodstained is the road of revolution
There's one leader that in which I'd follow
Theres better days on the Horizon
God knows if I will ever find them
Cop sirens blaring through the mischief
She's the waiting game and I'm the minutes
She's the waiting game and I'm the minutes
She's the waiting game and I'm the minutes
Mr. Officer don't throw me in the can
My Friday appetite is slightly in and out of hand
Examination overload don't wanna hold the jobs
Incite open rebellion and I'm starting with your mom
So please, I'll hand over the keys
Spare me my lecturation
I'm no good at handling these accusations
Once the critics said the markets been oversaturated and they hate it
If you put this out you'll never make it nor be famous
Oh please misses Robinson
You up for getting down
There's pillows for you knees
And some lipstick for your mouth
I'm a punk upon my pedestal
A penny for your sins
I'm combination expiration date and pseudo grins
Doctor could you spare a little patience
Time slips by without an invitation
Houston I believe we have a problem
There's shit we got into on Uranus
Theres better days on the Horizon
God knows if I will ever find them
Cop sirens blaring through the mischief
She's the waiting game and I'm the minutes
Rise above the fall before tomorrow comes
Our dreams could die with fear and sorrow
Bloodstained is the road of revolution
There's one leader that in which I'd follow
Theres better days on the Horizon
God knows if I will ever find them
Cop sirens blaring through the mischief
She's the waiting game and I'm the minutes
She's the waiting game and I'm the minutes
She's the waiting game and I'm the minutes
Writer: Zac Johnson
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