IAMJJ, Baker Grace - A Different Kind of Blues

Uh ah

Uh ah

Father, father did you trick or treat

My bucket is empty but words on the streets

Had me, had me in the guillotine

So I just keep on, keep on breathing

Father, father will I make it home (home)

And carry my soul now my mind is alone

Will you, will you make it disappear

That voice underneath I refuse to hear

When I get low my, my, my

Melodies changing time

Feel the whole world coming down on me

I feel you wanna save, but actuality

Shoots me down bang, bang, bang