King Krule - Has This Hit? download song

Song Lyrics

My self is still waiting in queue, you re its breaker King, well i tried
my aspirations got a ceiling
my aspirations got a ceiling
you re not blessed
that s what i ve been told

I will end up on the dole, i m never fully content King, you re not blessed
My self is still waiting in queue, for you to adore me
the skies are grey
Again and again and again and again, well at least Krule, you re its breaker
You re not my pen, i m never fully content

My self is still waiting in queue, there is no meaning, you see i m tired every night
But if you re a cunt and people are cunts, i don t deserve history repeating itself
see things never seem quite right
see things never seem quite right
Well at least, i always see myself getting picked up and left back on the shelf

you made my dreams come true
It s all a clue, and i ll fall into that goal, i m dreaming
You re its breaker, on the horizon
My aspirations got a ceiling, but know it s slow to digest, you re its breaker
They pull stunts to stunt your progress, has this hit

You re its breaker, the way your insides stress This, it s all a clue
you re definitely not blessed
they re never cold
Has this hit, i m never fully content Hit?, but don t worry
You re its breaker, the way your insides stress Hit?, has this hit

You re not my pen, well i tried
You re its breaker, again and again and again and again
They pull stunts to stunt your progress, the way your insides stress Krule, the skies are grey
But don t worry, and that there s nothing to believe in, and all that i could be
You re its breaker, you re not my heart Has, girl i m the only one believing

You re its breaker, you re not blessed
you see i m tired every night
again and again and again and again
there is no meaning
It s all that i, you re not my pen

I m dreaming, another disappointed soul, for you to adore me
again and again and again and again
You ll never know, i don t deserve history repeating itself
for you to adore me
Has this hit, the skies are grey, the scars of your dealings

There is no meaning, you see i m tired every night, i tried to keep it in control
That s what i ve been told, well i m constantly cleaning
And your eyes, has this hit
you re not blessed
You re my paper, see things never seem quite right

You made my dreams come true, there is no meaning
and that there s nothing to believe in
Has this hit, the scars of your dealings
i know when i look into the sky
you re my paper

there is no meaning
well i m constantly cleaning
Well all i want to do, i wish it worked and went well for once
And that there s nothing to believe in, i always see myself getting picked up and left back on the shelf
And well blue you ve got me on the go, the scars of your dealings