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Bars Form Bars - Judeo
Marble floor, cold feet
Passport stamp in the backseat
Big safe, but a cold in my head
They want the sauce, I want the bread
Turn my pain into stock in the sky
Every loss I just bought me some time
She see the shine think it fell from a star
I tell her look closer that's scars over scars
Bars form bars
Have a roll count now on these yachts
Turn my wounds into works of art
Ice on my wrist to the hole in my heart
Bars form bars
Every line like a key to the yard
Used to count days now I'm counting these cars
Turning cold nights into gold on the charts
Used to stare at the clock on the wall not a bezel
Do the same and full circle
Mama prayed over late night calls now her son over blessings and commercial
I got friends that ain't see the view
Facing a frame out a penthouse room
So when I flex, deaf on them too
Every toll got a name and a fume
I was stuck, I was stuck, I was stuck in my head
Now it's trucks, now it's trucks full of duffels instead
But the ghost still talk when the lights go dark
So I write their names right across his heart
Bars form bars
Bars form bars
Bars form bars
Bars form bars
