Weyes Blood - Nothing Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Nothing By Weyes Blood?
Nothing that's what it amounts to they say
A black void waitin' down the road for us one day We're all gonna die alone There ain't nobody gonna carry us home And there ain't no place where the angels roam Stuck in traffic on Beverly Glen Runnin' late meetin' Hollywood friends Do they even know how this shit show ends I'm keepin' quiet Keepin' to myself Ain't it overwhelming breathing in I'm keepin' quiet Keepin' to myself Ain't it overwhelming breathing out again Nothing that's what it amounts to they say A black void waiting down the road for us one day We're all gonna die alone There ain't nobody gonna carry us home And there ain't no place where the angels roam Shoppin' for a suit for the big premiere Nobody can tell me how I got here Lookin' real good but I'm filled with fear Shakin' hands cause I gotta play nice I'm on my third tequila and ice I just said hello to the same guy twice I'm goin' underground Hidin' out for a while Ain't it overwhelming gettin' up I'm goin' underground Hidin' out for a while Ain't it overwhelming lying down again Nothing that's what it amounts to they say A black void waitin' down the road for us one day But it's alright don't listen to me I could be wrong let's wait and see But if you see me in heaven just let me be If you see me in heaven just let me be |
Who Wrote Nothing By Weyes Blood?
Natalie Mering, Tim Heidecker
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What's The Duration Of The Nothing By Weyes Blood?The duration of Nothing is 2:59 minutes and seconds. |
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