Them Highs and Lows (feat. Cody Francis) - Bird Of Figment

You know that I'll be there for the highs and lows Give you mine if your heart gets broke By your side, when you're all alone I will be there And I'll be there for the highs and lows Give you mine if your heart gets broke (gets broke) By your side, when you're all alone I will be there Aye, Prinz I'll be there through the highs and lows We all know life gets tough When you're by yourself it's a lonely road If you ever need someone Stop crying around, and call my phone And I will be there Yo, look These highs and lows are a part of life Live everyday like it's your last I left my past, the futures bright If leave the dark, you'll find the light If you're going through lows and highs remember I will be there And I'll be there for the highs and lows Give you mine if your heart gets broke (gets broke) By your side, when you're all alone I will be there I feel like I take life easy, you'll never see me on the drivers wheel Always the passengers side of the journey, let me sit back and enjoy my meal Nonchalant, I keep myself to myself, you ain't gonna hear my plans I keep my circle small seen too many man try giving their helping hand Haha, they see winning, I'm making more, and I'm speaking less I prove them wrong every time I sing They make a mistake and they second guess They know I got G-O-D on my side and he told me I will be there And I'll be there for the highs and lows Give you mine if your heart gets broke (gets broke) By your side, when you're all alone I will be there And I'll be there for the highs and lows Give you mine if your heart gets broke By your side, when you're all alone I will be there

I've been laying here for too long I don't know what else to do I wanna get away from every little thing Just to try and make it through I've been thinking about my options Every detail in my head But it doesn't really matter, nothing matters So I cry instead I've been running circles Trying to catch my breath I've been trying everything I can But I ain't got nothing left I've been staring at the ceiling I've been staying up all night Everything that I've ever worked for Vanished in a blink of a eye I've been asking every question 'Cause I haven't got a clue Why has it gotta be me? What the hell am I supposed to do? I've been running circles Trying to catch my breath I've been trying everything I can But I ain't got nothing left And I know that there's so much more to this life But it's hard to see it clearly Yeah, I try my best, but nothing turns out right God, I need you now so dearly 'Cause I've been running circles Trying to catch my breath I've been trying everything I can But I ain't got nothing left I've been running circles Trying to catch my breath I've been trying everything I can I ain't got nothing left Nothing left Nothing left

I'm writing a song all about you A true song as real as my tears But you've no need to fear it 'Cause no one will hear it 'Cause sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year I'll tell all about how you cheated I'd like for the whole world to hear I'd like to get even with you 'cause you're leavin' But sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year It's a good thing that I'm not a star You don't know how lucky you are And though my record may say it, no one will play it 'Cause sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year Well, it's a good thing that I'm not a star You don't know how lucky you are And though my record may say it, no one will play it Cause sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour