Mishal Moore — It Ain't Over (Wideboys St.Tropez Club Intrumental) lyrics

Lyrics

Fall to pieces every now and then
don’t take my picture
Sunken belly hungry
Please Sir
give me more
As I walk through the valley of thunder
over under I go
Rolling hills an abundance
and scary cherry purple trees
No where to hide
No where to run to
But it ain’t over
Hanging from a rope of fire
and popcorn seeds
Lay me down and throw the snakes
on top of me
Gotta’hole in the middle
when the middle is supposed to
carry me
I don’t cry any more
I just fight for my life
It’s my life
No where to hide
No where to run to
But it ain’t over