Beacon 002

By The Hellp

On Vol. 1

Released on 2017

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[Verse 1]

Last summer

Keep me under covers

Out of touch

From one another

Thoughts are building

A glass ceiling

How long till I light a fuse? Crash through

Right now, yeah, I'm the villain

No lies, but I feel like quitting

I don't know, I don't care, just forget it

Cologne soupçon, got me feeling grown

No volition, my nutrition down to skin and bone

Where he going?

Where he- where he going?

The boy I used to know (Get me out of here)

Where he going? (Get me out of here)

Where he- where he going?

Get me out of here


[Chorus]

Everything

Get me out of here

Out of here

Get me out of here

Out of here


[Verse 2]

Get low, back down to reality

Get lost like you never even knew me

I tried to be what they wanna see

But no chance

Come on lady, gotta

Be something wrong, maybe

I took the pills but I'm still feeling kinda shitty

I went to church, but I think God really hates me

Pick up the phone, I'm all alone

Lately, I've tried

To be everything they wanna see, but

It didn't work so

Now I'm stuck

Everything ends up gone


[Chorus]

Get me out of here

Get me out of here

Get me out of here

Get me out of here

Out of here

Get me out of here

Out of here

Get me out of here

Out of here

Get me out of here

Out of here


[Verse 3]

Grim Reaper came to take me on a ride

Red horse, concourse, dark skies

Thought he had a catch, to his a surprise

Black cloak, suicide, door hung high

Look me in the (eye)

Told you I'm the (God)

Watch for my de- (mise)

Watch me lose control

Control, control

Noah Dillon, why you pop that shit?

Valley boys never pop off quick

Trust fund, better run dead, concessionaire

Have fun, get a gun, better be prepared

From a dirty west at Sunday's best

My mind can't rest, I'm too obsessed

With sweet excess, complete success

I'm lost at best, rain to my neck

Nah

Meal-by-meal I-

Lick the plate my-

Bank account not worth my weight

A hundred pounds, I fall through greats

Unseen until he evaporates

But dinner date won't show her face

Lit up in flames, designer tees

And Levi's jeans

My misery is her symphony