Feast Or Famine Lyrics

Have you like bone the blame
You start it in the sticking away
Condition to keep warning raw
Can you get him out and the gist the blame
You get man so grinding the bay
Come in here in to found our source

You can head anymore 
But you won seal of my left
Feast or famine
We shoot up the stars
We don't get the better
Like corns turning stars
Head is on handle
We lost in the dark
So making him the better
When we are guitar on ward

Looking my live this is gill so rage
You far seem can state to taste
So hard love to a cove
Sold you soul for the magic piece
Bul a little bit of crown it just groove adjust
Like sell of him the star
You god Yosh if the gall of the you sting'oll math

Feast or famine
We shoot up the stars
We don't get the better
Like corns turning stars
Head is on handle
We lost in the dark
So making him the better
When we are guitar on ward

That you wall of day
Warning what that is won't be kick
Glad in me you out of day
We want it all we won everything

You can head anymore 
But you won seal of my left
Feast or famine
We shoot up the stars
We don't get the better
Like corns turning stars
Head is on handle
We lost in the dark
So making him the better
When we are guitar on ward