Cellmates
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π ID: 28029680
π Lyrics
You should've seen us at 22
Like Bryan Kienlen's first tattoo
Way out of line, crooked, we were wild, we were loose
Broken teeth and broken homes
Long before we all fell face first into our phones
Sky high but sinking like stones
Doing any little thing not to feel alone
But now, me and all my rotten friends
Sit around like convicts stuck inside counting days
Now, me and all my rotten friends
Reminisce about the time we spent behind those prison gates
Back when we were cellmates
Back when we were cellmates
Pills and powders, baby, powders and pills
Holes wide inside you know that'll never get filled
Grist for the murder mill
Rack up the tab, never pay the bill
You should've seen us by 35
Shaking like dogs on the Fourth of July
Last leaves on the tree, last buds on the vine
Death wish living but afraid to die
And now, me and all my rotten friends
Sit around like convicts stuck inside counting days
Now, me and all my rotten friends
Reminisce about the time we spent behind those prison gates
Back when we were cellmates
Back when we were cellmates
Now we're stuck the in between
We mainline nostalgia like amphetamine
Dress up the past like it's Halloween
Like killers coming back to the crime scene
We mainline nostalgia like amphetamin
And now, me and all my rotten friends
Sit around like convicts stuck inside counting days
Now, me and all my rotten friends
Reminisce about the time we spent behind those prison gates
Back when we were cellmates
Back when we were cellmates
Back when we were cellmates
Like Bryan Kienlen's first tattoo
Way out of line, crooked, we were wild, we were loose
Broken teeth and broken homes
Long before we all fell face first into our phones
Sky high but sinking like stones
Doing any little thing not to feel alone
But now, me and all my rotten friends
Sit around like convicts stuck inside counting days
Now, me and all my rotten friends
Reminisce about the time we spent behind those prison gates
Back when we were cellmates
Back when we were cellmates
Pills and powders, baby, powders and pills
Holes wide inside you know that'll never get filled
Grist for the murder mill
Rack up the tab, never pay the bill
You should've seen us by 35
Shaking like dogs on the Fourth of July
Last leaves on the tree, last buds on the vine
Death wish living but afraid to die
And now, me and all my rotten friends
Sit around like convicts stuck inside counting days
Now, me and all my rotten friends
Reminisce about the time we spent behind those prison gates
Back when we were cellmates
Back when we were cellmates
Now we're stuck the in between
We mainline nostalgia like amphetamine
Dress up the past like it's Halloween
Like killers coming back to the crime scene
We mainline nostalgia like amphetamin
And now, me and all my rotten friends
Sit around like convicts stuck inside counting days
Now, me and all my rotten friends
Reminisce about the time we spent behind those prison gates
Back when we were cellmates
Back when we were cellmates
Back when we were cellmates
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:16.32] You should've seen us at 22
[00:18.98] Like Bryan Kienlen's first tattoo
[00:21.39] Way out of line, crooked, we were wild, we were loose
[00:27.20] Broken teeth and broken homes
[00:29.64] Long before we all fell face first into our phones
[00:32.80] Sky high but sinking like stones
[00:34.97] Doing any little thing not to feel alone
[00:37.76] But now, me and all my rotten friends
[00:42.47] Sit around like convicts stuck inside counting days
[00:49.07] Now, me and all my rotten friends
[00:53.23] Reminisce about the time we spent behind those prison gates
[00:58.91] Back when we were cellmates
[01:04.34] Back when we were cellmates
[01:11.51] Pills and powders, baby, powders and pills
[01:13.83] Holes wide inside you know that'll never get filled
[01:17.04] Grist for the murder mill
[01:19.24] Rack up the tab, never pay the bill
[01:22.35] You should've seen us by 35
[01:24.41] Shaking like dogs on the Fourth of July
[01:27.26] Last leaves on the tree, last buds on the vine
[01:30.49] Death wish living but afraid to die
[01:32.86] And now, me and all my rotten friends
[01:37.70] Sit around like convicts stuck inside counting days
[01:44.28] Now, me and all my rotten friends
[01:48.56] Reminisce about the time we spent behind those prison gates
[01:53.99] Back when we were cellmates
[01:59.55] Back when we were cellmates
[02:12.13] Now we're stuck the in between
[02:14.43] We mainline nostalgia like amphetamine
[02:17.49] Dress up the past like it's Halloween
[02:19.87] Like killers coming back to the crime scene
[02:22.74] We mainline nostalgia like amphetamin
[02:25.26] And now, me and all my rotten friends
[02:30.05] Sit around like convicts stuck inside counting days
[02:36.74] Now, me and all my rotten friends
[02:41.20] Reminisce about the time we spent behind those prison gates
[02:46.46] Back when we were cellmates
[02:52.02] Back when we were cellmates
[02:57.78] Back when we were cellmates
[02:59.84]
[00:18.98] Like Bryan Kienlen's first tattoo
[00:21.39] Way out of line, crooked, we were wild, we were loose
[00:27.20] Broken teeth and broken homes
[00:29.64] Long before we all fell face first into our phones
[00:32.80] Sky high but sinking like stones
[00:34.97] Doing any little thing not to feel alone
[00:37.76] But now, me and all my rotten friends
[00:42.47] Sit around like convicts stuck inside counting days
[00:49.07] Now, me and all my rotten friends
[00:53.23] Reminisce about the time we spent behind those prison gates
[00:58.91] Back when we were cellmates
[01:04.34] Back when we were cellmates
[01:11.51] Pills and powders, baby, powders and pills
[01:13.83] Holes wide inside you know that'll never get filled
[01:17.04] Grist for the murder mill
[01:19.24] Rack up the tab, never pay the bill
[01:22.35] You should've seen us by 35
[01:24.41] Shaking like dogs on the Fourth of July
[01:27.26] Last leaves on the tree, last buds on the vine
[01:30.49] Death wish living but afraid to die
[01:32.86] And now, me and all my rotten friends
[01:37.70] Sit around like convicts stuck inside counting days
[01:44.28] Now, me and all my rotten friends
[01:48.56] Reminisce about the time we spent behind those prison gates
[01:53.99] Back when we were cellmates
[01:59.55] Back when we were cellmates
[02:12.13] Now we're stuck the in between
[02:14.43] We mainline nostalgia like amphetamine
[02:17.49] Dress up the past like it's Halloween
[02:19.87] Like killers coming back to the crime scene
[02:22.74] We mainline nostalgia like amphetamin
[02:25.26] And now, me and all my rotten friends
[02:30.05] Sit around like convicts stuck inside counting days
[02:36.74] Now, me and all my rotten friends
[02:41.20] Reminisce about the time we spent behind those prison gates
[02:46.46] Back when we were cellmates
[02:52.02] Back when we were cellmates
[02:57.78] Back when we were cellmates
[02:59.84]