Genre Alternative, Pop

LYRIC

Labyrinth

Poe Cete

INTRO:
Uh
Yeah, yeah!
Uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh uh uh uh
Uh, uh, uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh, uh, uh uh
Uh, uh, uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh

Chorus

They always tell me, don’t be fucking with the Devil Man
And it’s a long way back into the settlement
Hard times really fucking up my element
Now I’m trapped inside the labyrinth
They always tell me, don’t be fucking with the Devil Man
And it’s a long way back into the settlement
Hard times really fucking up my element
Now I’m trapped inside the labyrinth

VERSE 1

Uh, stack it up, break it down, nigga
Not the time to fuck around, nigga
Knew the energy was off, as soon as I
Took a step into the town, nigga
I cannot make it profound
White dress, it’s a gown
Life is still hella weird
But I could never make it out
The greatest thing I can assume is that
I’m almost always in the room, in fact
I pay attention to your mood, whereas
I make it easier to do exactly
Everything that I want, except
I do everything a lot, so then
I run outta shit to complain about
But I could never make it out

PRE-Chorus

And it feels like time is moving backwards
Time to fuck around like some other shit after
And it feels like time is moving backwards
Time to fuck around like some other shit after [Yeah]

Chorus

BRIDGE

I’m like oh, my G, oh, my God
I’m like oh, my G, oh, my God

VERSE 2

I’m over all this bullshit
All the clocks are still for me
If it was my time
I should have to get a mil to be
Traveling half the globe
To meet my final temptation
Serenade the room, it’s my final reclamation
And I feel so alone in my own shoes
Walking in my own shoes, lonely
And I feel so alone in my own shoes
Walking in my own shoes, lonely

BRIDGE

And it feels like time is moving backwards
Time to fuck around like some other shit after
And it feels like time is moving backwards
Time to fuck around like some other shit after

Chorus

INTERLUDE

Sometimes, it is okay
For you to detach or
Disconnect or
Fall back from social media, man

2ND BRIDGE

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Furthermore, I feel some type of way
When I look in your eyes
05, I’ll be alright
I’ll be alright, I’ll be alright

VERSE 3

I just hope I don’t lose my will to live and I grow old
And if I die young, bring her down with me, I will not fold
I simply can’t live with the fact my heart’s not full of gold
Seems fake to be so free for me, and yet I still feel cold
Can I survive?
I need to see how it will be
Finally free, it’s you and me
Eden, you’ll be a part of me
Apart of me

VERSE 4

The young man becomes the rebel
Ammunition smaller than silk off a rose petal
Say you’re capable, we don’t be giving gold medals
For the bare minimum, like ginger kids with gold freckles
It’s impeccable, really, let’s take a trip down San Francisco
It all goes downhill from here like decrescendo
Start a revolution like Communist Manifesto
But that just goes to show that there’s no true love in Modesto