"Dancepack" as written by Justin Deyarmond Edison Vernon, Christopher Michael Rosenau, Jonathan Edmund Mueller, Daniel Thomas Spack, Thomas John Wincek and Matthew David Skemp....
How many trees to a west end lot?
How many smokes left have you got?
I wanna stand, but I'm talking to a cop

There's piss on my boots, how'd ya make it stop
The dancepack's looking for a crash pad spot
I'm all loan
I'm at the top of the pack

Lay to the people and maid to the pines
I'll be awning that lady
I'll be riding her line, whoa!

I'm smoking outside the Computell

I'm already never gonna fail you

Shaking in your clots
And no, they are not cataloging your thoughts

You got one kind of trouble, its the one that's on your back

Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart

And you're shoveling shit and they pay you to talk
My young little soul's unlearning to walk
Clover green
Like bravery done up like a towel sopping wet in the street

The softening blows, the blind heights
A warm winter coat, that's a corn rose
The softening blows, the blind heights
That's a cold tow through the corn rows

Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
Take note, and elope for the fore


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"Dancepack" as written by Daniel Thomas Spack Christopher Michael Rosenau

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    General CommentThis posted lyrics are so wrong...

    from rapgenius:
    How many trees in a west end lot?
    How many smokes left have you got?
    I wanna stand, but I'm talking to a cop

    There's piss on my boots, how'd ya make it stop
    The dancepack's looking for a crash pad spot
    I'm all loan
    I'm at the top of the pack

    Lay to the people and maid to the pines
    I'll be awning
    That lady
    I'll be riding her line, whoa!

    I'm smoking outside the Computell

    I'm already never gonna fail you

    Shaking in your clots
    And no, they are not cataloging your thoughts

    You got one kind of trouble, it's the one that's on your back

    Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
    Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
    Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
    Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
    Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
    Take note, there's still a hole in your heart

    And you're shoveling shit and they pay you to talk
    My young little soul's unlearning to walk
    Clover green
    Like bravery done up like a towel sopping wet in the street

    The softening blows, the blind heights
    A warm winter coat, that's a corn rose
    The softening blows, the blind heights
    That's a cold tow through the corn rows

    Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
    Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
    Take note, there's still a hole in your heart
    Take note, and elope for the fore
    Shonakon September 08, 2013   Link

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