Manager No. 5 Playlist
Revision as of 22:02, 7 October 2023 by SpareAccount1 (talk | contribs) (Created page with "<span style="font-size: 40px;"><strong><center>J.M.</center></strong></span> <span style="font-size: 20px;"><i><center>The Manager/Manager No. 5</center></i></span> <p>Aw, poor No. 5. I know his moniker is the “washed up warlock,” and all, but he really never could catch a break could he? His playlist is mostly a mesh of pov:indie, modern rock, and some chill hip hop vibes. His songs deal heavily with both his substance abuse issues and his “dating Nikki Langley”...")
Aw, poor No. 5. I know his moniker is the “washed up warlock,” and all, but he really never could catch a break could he? His playlist is mostly a mesh of pov:indie, modern rock, and some chill hip hop vibes. His songs deal heavily with both his substance abuse issues and his “dating Nikki Langley” issues, slowly leading into the unimaginable weight he must’ve felt when he was holding all eight pieces of the Mantle.
- D.H.
Playlist
| 1. | Everything is burning and I love it Sit and watch the world until it's nothing Scared of going out into the public Yeah, we the kings now | |
| 2. | I hear voices I see visions These spirits Are your prison | |
| 3. | I've been sleeping in a cardboard box Spending every dollar at the liquor shop And even though I know I haven't got a lot I'll try to give you love until the day you drop I've been training like a Pavlov dog Let my independence out to take a hike All you got to do is activate my bell And I'll fetch you anything you like | |
| 4. | So many ways that I could say it So why can't I even think of one? Just say something and break the silence It's not a love song but you're alright | |
| 5. | You say it's your thing to be honest Like it's kinda this token of pride Well to be honest, you are kind of a goddess But being with you kinda kills me inside You want me to explain it, well It's sort of this look in your eye | |
| 6. | And I can't see you here, wonder where I might It sort of feels like I'm runnin' out of time I haven't found all I was hopin' to find You said you got to be up in the mornin' Gonna have an early night And you're startin' to bore me, baby "Why'd you only call me when you're high?" | |
| 7. | I talk to myself, self I think I need help, help So what if I'm na-na-na not okay? I'm na-na-na not okay I'm bad for my health, health My head's on a shelf, shelf So what if I'm na-na-na not okay? | |
| 8. | For love, we ain't got the time I tell you baby, I don't think we're doing fine We just haven't got a clue I keep my love, I want my blood inside of you | |
| 9. | And now we're in the middle of the rage and glory! Asking where the hell it all went wrong, yeah "I love you"'s quickly turning into "I'm so sorry!" We're stuck inside the chorus of a song, yeah So it better be good, it better be good, it better be good! | |
| 10. | I got boulders on my shoulders Collar bones begin to crack There is very little left of me and it's never coming back There are certain things you ask of me And there are certain things I'll lack The beginning, we were winning But now I'm just making up facts |