Текст песни
I send a prayer through my phone
I spread my love on the 'gram
And I go out all alone
And I wake up with a stranger, damn
Pass me the smoke as soon as I breathe in
Burn down a ghost, summoning demons
I start to choke, I start to choke, I'm losing hope
I sleep through the evenings
Finish lines
Why we always gotta win?
Finish lines, lines
I'm tired of hanging out with them
And I'm cutting lines
I see my chances getting extra slim
No more finish lines
Didn't come this far for it to end
Tell me my body's a sin
To be desired or cleansed
Why can't they see what I smell?
We're rotting out from within
Pass me the smoke as soon as I breathe in
Burn down a ghost, summoning demons
I start to choke, I start to choke, I'm losing hope
I sleep through the evenings
Finish lines
Why we always gotta win? (Why we, why we)
Finish lines
I'm tired of hanging out with them
And I'm cutting lines
I see my chances getting extra slim
No more finish lines
Didn't come this far for it to end
I send a prayer through my phone
I spread my love on the 'gram
Finish lines
Why we always gotta win?
Finish lines, lines
I'm tired of hanging out with them
And I'm cutting lines
I see my chances getting extra slim
No more finish lines
Didn't come this far for it to end