melon (feat. Woo Won-jae)

I tell you in my dreams

Put some rum in it

I freeze when I talk to you

It’s Like pretzel, cracked it

There’s a lot of dust in my hand

I lost it

The tangled threads of consciousness

I cut through it

Lost up in the system

Come and see the violence inherent

Be quarantine

Come and see the head of a critic

I’ll be your groupie

Someone’s holding back

Scooping on the bass

I am no mature but feel like a kid

I'm in a race where no one's with me

I don’t have a chance to get closer

But I'm running from

But I'm running still

I ain’t conversate with

I tell you in my dreams

Put some rum in it

I freeze when I talk to you

It’s Like pretzel, cracked it

There’s a lot of Dust in my hand

I lost it

The tangled threads of consciousness

I cut through it

All the things that I don’t mean

Sometimes it hurts to know the truth

All the questions asking me what time I came home, what I'm doing

I'm so gifted at hating, what I don’t like the most

I’ve been losing, I don’t get no sleep so all the time

So wound will never close

I'm gonna tear it apart

Get a place in the chart

Or runaway from the hurt

I’ve never been at all

Something that I never had

Something that I never seen

I need to know the theme

I am no mature but feel like a kid

I'm in a race where no one's with me

I don’t have a chance to get closer

But I'm running from

But I'm running still

I Ain’t conversate with

Everybody ask about it

Everybody test my body

눈대중으로 봐요 내 차림

I dig that 내 피드가

Everything

법 대 코스프레 교육

Pass 했지 now you got it?

Why you died?

Tell me, why you died?

모두가 익명이 됐지

기스도 안나던 걘 지금 없어 대답이

Visual 요즘 4k

좋댔어

들여다보지않아도 보인대지

넌 좆됐어 새끼야

Back out 대피야

밤만 되면 들려 bell이

Huh flash back

Return 그 때로

위태 나체로

니체 말데로

기대 내 친구가 울면서 Huh

너무 단단해서 부서진 너

I tell you in my dreams

Put some rum in it

I freeze when I talk to you

It’s Like pretzel, cracked it

There’s a lot of dust in my hand

I lost it

The tangled threads of consciousness

I cut through it

All the things that I don’t mean

Sometimes it hurts to know the truth

All the questions asking me what time I came home, what I'm doing

I'm so gifted at hating, what I don’t like the most

I’ve been losing, I don’t get no sleep so all the time