Stuck in molasses, don't panic
Know you can manage
Just take the wheel before more damage
New prescription glasses; treat astigmatism, better vision
Your word is truth, my life's a fiction
In living color, but hard to picture
Christ looking like Jim Caviezel
Swarm with chickens, a born eagle
That's how they see you
It's clear we have two different views
The sky's a different hue
Torrential downpour that I'm driving through
My wipers blew
Walked out the house, two different shoes
You control the cruise, but this canoe
Is short on wood, a couple screws
Beams blew a fuse & that's okay?
Technicolor skin in this day of 4K -
But all I see is, GREY!
Arrived at a dead end
Erase the board, let's start again
Rocky roads with Adrienne
I ain't jumping in this ring again
Faith is what we walk by, I'm walking by -
Holding on the rails
I won't derail & tip the scales
This feels like hell, who cast a spell?
Y'all set this up so I would fail
Incarcerated; somebody bail
Died for me, I don't see the nails
Your glasses fell, nobody cares
Better off speaking with this wishing well
Once was blind, dilate my eyes
Black is dying, white is fine
Mothers cry, the cops deny
The hood replies; quiet on they side
Shots fired; this was on my mind
Sick & tired of sick & tired
Flat tire, help is on the way, that's what they say
I'm praying for oh happy day
But all I see is... GREY!
whoissomesay - Grey Lyrics
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Stuck in molasses, don't panic
Know you can manage
Just take the wheel before more damage
New prescription glasses; treat astigmatism, better vision
Your word is truth, my life's a fiction
In living color, but hard to picture
Christ looking like Jim Caviezel
Swarm with chickens, a born eagle
That's how they see you
It's clear we have two different views
The sky's a different hue
Torrential downpour that I'm driving through
My wipers blew
Walked out the house, two different shoes
You control the cruise, but this canoe
Is short on wood, a couple screws
Beams blew a fuse & that's okay?
Technicolor skin in this day of 4K -
But all I see is, GREY!
Arrived at a dead end
Erase the board, let's start again
Rocky roads with Adrienne
I ain't jumping in this ring again
Faith is what we walk by, I'm walking by -
Holding on the rails
I won't derail & tip the scales
This feels like hell, who cast a spell?
Y'all set this up so I would fail
Incarcerated; somebody bail
Died for me, I don't see the nails
Your glasses fell, nobody cares
Better off speaking with this wishing well
Once was blind, dilate my eyes
Black is dying, white is fine
Mothers cry, the cops deny
The hood replies; quiet on they side
Shots fired; this was on my mind
Sick & tired of sick & tired
Flat tire, help is on the way, that's what they say
I'm praying for oh happy day
But all I see is... GREY!
Know you can manage
Just take the wheel before more damage
New prescription glasses; treat astigmatism, better vision
Your word is truth, my life's a fiction
In living color, but hard to picture
Christ looking like Jim Caviezel
Swarm with chickens, a born eagle
That's how they see you
It's clear we have two different views
The sky's a different hue
Torrential downpour that I'm driving through
My wipers blew
Walked out the house, two different shoes
You control the cruise, but this canoe
Is short on wood, a couple screws
Beams blew a fuse & that's okay?
Technicolor skin in this day of 4K -
But all I see is, GREY!
Arrived at a dead end
Erase the board, let's start again
Rocky roads with Adrienne
I ain't jumping in this ring again
Faith is what we walk by, I'm walking by -
Holding on the rails
I won't derail & tip the scales
This feels like hell, who cast a spell?
Y'all set this up so I would fail
Incarcerated; somebody bail
Died for me, I don't see the nails
Your glasses fell, nobody cares
Better off speaking with this wishing well
Once was blind, dilate my eyes
Black is dying, white is fine
Mothers cry, the cops deny
The hood replies; quiet on they side
Shots fired; this was on my mind
Sick & tired of sick & tired
Flat tire, help is on the way, that's what they say
I'm praying for oh happy day
But all I see is... GREY!
Writer: Darius Richardson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid