Lyrics to Wrong Ones
Peace, I need a little peace in my heart
You used to be my homie, be my homie
But now you're just a piece on my pass
Why do we love the wrong ones?
And trust the wrong ones?
And fuck the wrong ones?
And, yeah
Why do we love the wrong ones?
And trust the wrong ones?
And fuck the wrong ones?
And—
I believe that heaven is a place in the mind
Once I had a friend but I was wasting my time
Turns out he was a snakе and a fake and a lie
And he triеd to take my chick when I was away in the night
I believe heaven is a place in the mind
I need a bit fat zoobie and some space to unwind
Today my best friend went and left a hole in my sight
And I’m all alone when I'll go home in the night
Peace, I need a little peace in my heart
You used to be my homie, be my homie
But now you're just a piece on my pass
Why do we love the wrong ones
And trust the wrong ones
And fuck the wrong ones?
And, yeah
Why do we love the wrong ones
And trust the wrong ones
And fuck the wrong ones?
And—
Why do we love the wrong ones?
And trust the wrong ones?
And fuck the wrong ones?
And, yeah (Real shit)
Why do we love the wrong ones?
And trust the wrong ones?
And fuck the wrong ones?
And—
[?]
If you’re not careful, a friend can kill you
First of all, thanks for sticking around
And for always being down, when no one else was round
Before I had a penny to my name
Not even a pound, we were sleeping on a mattress on the ground
An' Alf' was still around
And I was active, moving packets of the loud
We go Tesco and grab food for the whole week for thirty pound
Baby you deserve a crown, for how
You told me that the streets will always go an' let me down
And then they kicked us out
We spent a couple weeks sleeping on my sister's couch
I did a couple shows for a couple hundred pounds
And then you found a job because my sister helped us out
And then we got a house
But now Alf' is in the ground
And the mattress ain't a mattress, it's a crown
And it’s shitty and it’s plastic, you don't want it
I don’t miss you but I miss you and I wish you was around
Because you was always there to hold me when I'm down
You know?
Peace, I need a little peace in my heart
You used to be my homie, used to be my homie
But now you're just a piece on my pass
Why do we love the wrong ones?
And trust the wrong ones
And fuck the wrong ones?
And, yeah
Why do we love the wrong ones?
And trust the wrong ones
And fuck the wrong ones?
And love the wrong—?
Why do we love the wrong ones?
And trust the wrong ones
And fuck the wrong ones?
And, yeah
Why do we love the wrong ones?
And trust the wrong ones
And fuck the wrong ones?
And love the wrong ones
And love the wrong ones
And trust the wrong ones
And fuck the wrong ones
And trust the wrong ones
And love the wrong ones
And fuck the wrong ones
And love the wrong ones
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You used to be my homie, be my homie
But now you're just a piece on my pass
Why do we love the wrong ones?
And trust the wrong ones?
And fuck the wrong ones?
And, yeah
Why do we love the wrong ones?
And trust the wrong ones?
And fuck the wrong ones?
And—
I believe that heaven is a place in the mind
Once I had a friend but I was wasting my time
Turns out he was a snakе and a fake and a lie
And he triеd to take my chick when I was away in the night
I believe heaven is a place in the mind
I need a bit fat zoobie and some space to unwind
Today my best friend went and left a hole in my sight
And I’m all alone when I'll go home in the night
Peace, I need a little peace in my heart
You used to be my homie, be my homie
But now you're just a piece on my pass
Why do we love the wrong ones
And trust the wrong ones
And fuck the wrong ones?
And, yeah
Why do we love the wrong ones
And trust the wrong ones
And fuck the wrong ones?
And—
Why do we love the wrong ones?
And trust the wrong ones?
And fuck the wrong ones?
And, yeah (Real shit)
Why do we love the wrong ones?
And trust the wrong ones?
And fuck the wrong ones?
And—
[?]
If you’re not careful, a friend can kill you
First of all, thanks for sticking around
And for always being down, when no one else was round
Before I had a penny to my name
Not even a pound, we were sleeping on a mattress on the ground
An' Alf' was still around
And I was active, moving packets of the loud
We go Tesco and grab food for the whole week for thirty pound
Baby you deserve a crown, for how
You told me that the streets will always go an' let me down
And then they kicked us out
We spent a couple weeks sleeping on my sister's couch
I did a couple shows for a couple hundred pounds
And then you found a job because my sister helped us out
And then we got a house
But now Alf' is in the ground
And the mattress ain't a mattress, it's a crown
And it’s shitty and it’s plastic, you don't want it
I don’t miss you but I miss you and I wish you was around
Because you was always there to hold me when I'm down
You know?
Peace, I need a little peace in my heart
You used to be my homie, used to be my homie
But now you're just a piece on my pass
Why do we love the wrong ones?
And trust the wrong ones
And fuck the wrong ones?
And, yeah
Why do we love the wrong ones?
And trust the wrong ones
And fuck the wrong ones?
And love the wrong—?
Why do we love the wrong ones?
And trust the wrong ones
And fuck the wrong ones?
And, yeah
Why do we love the wrong ones?
And trust the wrong ones
And fuck the wrong ones?
And love the wrong ones
And love the wrong ones
And trust the wrong ones
And fuck the wrong ones
And trust the wrong ones
And love the wrong ones
And fuck the wrong ones
And love the wrong ones
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