Ties
๐ต 1052 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:16 duration
๐ ID: 15882837
๐ Lyrics
If you're looking for a reason to freeze to death
Mannie can you feel that it's your father's breath
If you're scared as shit to talk about your family truths
Just know that I believe, and I always will believe
In you
If you lay another hand on your son, sir
I swear to god, I'm gonna waste you
You can holler, you can cry, sober up, apologize
But still, what good are you?
If I don't give a fuck about the ties that bind
A father to his son
If he's just some dead weight, deadbeat drunk
Well I can show you all the things he's gonna steal then sell
And still you hold him to your ear just like a paper shell
Oh, I can take you on a tour of my old neighborhood
Here it is, the bathtub where you'll find the love of your life
Choking up his own blood
Well, a junkie's got a fire that is burning hotter than the brightest star
And if he don't put it out himself
It's the needles, it's the spoons, it's the little white balloons
I wish I didn't give a fuck about the ties that bind us
The blood, the guts, even little paper cuts
These are the ones we love
Mannie can you feel that it's your father's breath
If you're scared as shit to talk about your family truths
Just know that I believe, and I always will believe
In you
If you lay another hand on your son, sir
I swear to god, I'm gonna waste you
You can holler, you can cry, sober up, apologize
But still, what good are you?
If I don't give a fuck about the ties that bind
A father to his son
If he's just some dead weight, deadbeat drunk
Well I can show you all the things he's gonna steal then sell
And still you hold him to your ear just like a paper shell
Oh, I can take you on a tour of my old neighborhood
Here it is, the bathtub where you'll find the love of your life
Choking up his own blood
Well, a junkie's got a fire that is burning hotter than the brightest star
And if he don't put it out himself
It's the needles, it's the spoons, it's the little white balloons
I wish I didn't give a fuck about the ties that bind us
The blood, the guts, even little paper cuts
These are the ones we love
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:26.38] If you're looking for a reason to freeze to death
[00:32.63] Mannie can you feel that it's your father's breath
[00:38.08] If you're scared as shit to talk about your family truths
[00:43.55] Just know that I believe, and I always will believe
[00:50.73] In you
[00:58.97] If you lay another hand on your son, sir
[01:03.57] I swear to god, I'm gonna waste you
[01:08.95] You can holler, you can cry, sober up, apologize
[01:14.36] But still, what good are you?
[01:20.77] If I don't give a fuck about the ties that bind
[01:30.65] A father to his son
[01:33.76] If he's just some dead weight, deadbeat drunk
[01:46.42] Well I can show you all the things he's gonna steal then sell
[01:52.79] And still you hold him to your ear just like a paper shell
[01:59.03] Oh, I can take you on a tour of my old neighborhood
[02:05.45] Here it is, the bathtub where you'll find the love of your life
[02:12.65] Choking up his own blood
[02:16.28] Well, a junkie's got a fire that is burning hotter than the brightest star
[02:26.23] And if he don't put it out himself
[02:29.82] It's the needles, it's the spoons, it's the little white balloons
[02:37.04] I wish I didn't give a fuck about the ties that bind us
[02:47.90] The blood, the guts, even little paper cuts
[02:50.88] These are the ones we love
[02:55.37]
[00:32.63] Mannie can you feel that it's your father's breath
[00:38.08] If you're scared as shit to talk about your family truths
[00:43.55] Just know that I believe, and I always will believe
[00:50.73] In you
[00:58.97] If you lay another hand on your son, sir
[01:03.57] I swear to god, I'm gonna waste you
[01:08.95] You can holler, you can cry, sober up, apologize
[01:14.36] But still, what good are you?
[01:20.77] If I don't give a fuck about the ties that bind
[01:30.65] A father to his son
[01:33.76] If he's just some dead weight, deadbeat drunk
[01:46.42] Well I can show you all the things he's gonna steal then sell
[01:52.79] And still you hold him to your ear just like a paper shell
[01:59.03] Oh, I can take you on a tour of my old neighborhood
[02:05.45] Here it is, the bathtub where you'll find the love of your life
[02:12.65] Choking up his own blood
[02:16.28] Well, a junkie's got a fire that is burning hotter than the brightest star
[02:26.23] And if he don't put it out himself
[02:29.82] It's the needles, it's the spoons, it's the little white balloons
[02:37.04] I wish I didn't give a fuck about the ties that bind us
[02:47.90] The blood, the guts, even little paper cuts
[02:50.88] These are the ones we love
[02:55.37]