Yellow Boy – Wires

Yellow Boy – Wires Lyrics

Artist: Yellow Boy
Song: Wires

Don’t leave me standing on the strings, oh, love
I can’t always give ’em what they want
I can’t always give ’em what they need
I can’t always give ’em what they want [No, no

I can’t always give ’em what they need [Woah, woah]
But I come with baggage, weigh a tonne, weigh a tonne
This ain’t me, this ain’t weed, what I mean
I’m a freak, you’re with me

Every week in the streets, pay you fees
Give you rings, make you pleased
Guarantee I’m your key, I will feed you
‘Til you can’t eat no more

‘Til you’re full, ’til you’re weak
Every week in the streets, brеach of peace
Come policе, then we flee [Make like Forrest
You act sweet, in the sheets you’re a freak

Upon me, you’re a leech
So I feed, so I feed
Motherf#ckin’ bloodsucker
Call yourself my lover like we bread and the butter

I was bred in the gutter, you were fed by your mother
Now you fed by another, that’s me
[Too much weed for my psyche
When you’re gone, I will bleed

Don’t leave me standing on the strings, hold on
When you’re gone, I will bleed, now I’m free, now I’m free
I will bleed, then I’m free, then I’m free
Don’t leave me standing on the strings, hold on

I can’t always give ’em what they want
I can’t always give ’em what they need [Woah, woah
I can’t always give ’em what they want [No, no
I can’t always give ’em what they need [Woah, woah

[No, no
Yeah
Ever since I was a kid I been on my own
Ever since I was a jit I been on the low

Everybody trivial, I’m in a mind of my own
You should be minding your own, you should be mining your own
I was in a state on the side of the interstate
Mom callin’ up, “Dinner plated, you is late”

If I walk into the traffic then that steak go to waste
And I wake up in a place that nobody can illustrate
How many characters I portray?
How many people look at my face same way?

Bet you nobody will ever seen my mainframe
I know nobody will ever see my brainwaves
I’ve been awful quiet, mental vacay
Things die around me every damn day

Sick of hearing, “Ay, ay, ay, ay”
And sick of critic criticism, ay, ay
Contradict myself like the Bible
I afflict myself, it’s a cycle

I don’t wanna follow any idols
That way of thinkin’ too primal
Seein’ fuzzy grain like a old film
Pushin’ through the pain, couldn’t feel real

Pressure in my brain and I conceal
Pick apart my surface like an orange peel
Don’t leave me standing on the strings, oh, love
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From the album:
El Dorado [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021