Lyrics: zayauhn taylor-thomas
Music: zayauhn taylor-thomas
And it starts to hurt when i fall down
Been away, got zero missing calls now
And i’m sorry that we never really talk now
Part of me thinks
I can pack all my dreams
So much love i haven’t seen from ya
Take me out back, old yeller me
And i don’t know why i let you get the best of me
Tell me please
Put me in your shoes
Was i everything?
Or was i after thought?
Count it up
And it’s really stuck
Million bucks on my wrist
No, i’m kidding
Hit the club, and you know that i’m out bidding
Hard times, hard times, hard times
Gotta set my self so i don’t work no part-time
Picture me being down, yeah, that’s a hard find
I keep a keepsake with me just like carbine
This my last line
(Take it away)
I been flying in and out, it’s different time zones
She saying that she love me, come and fly home
(Yeah)
The money’s coming steady, but i still want more
Like, i’ll hit you when i’m ready
Right now, not sure
We’re simply polar opposites
Moron want my title, i’m a god, feel like i’m artemis
Pull up, i confront him, i’m gon’ ask him where the problem is
Ask for my opinion, that shit trash, just on some honest shit
Honestly, i don’t think there’s a bitch that i’ll be honest with
Modesty, i don’t think that’s a word that i’m acquainted with
Look how he looks sweaty up to me, that’s hesitation
Take it how i give it
I’m not with that presentation shit
Treat me how you did and now i’m tweaking
And now you wanna be the victim
Can you talk to me?
Like, what you want from me?
I’ma do my thing without you on my back
And now you’ll never see me ever again
Cause i got too much again
And i could save you but
I just wanna have fun
Part of me, part of me thinks
Part of me, part of me—
Don’t mention it
Boy, i throw a fit
And, boy, you counterfeit
I make racks ten times your rent
Sometimes this feels this really it
Like it’s over for me
Wear my heart on my sleeve
I feel you looking at me, girl
What if i told you?
But i’ll keep my composure
And you were sweet just like ambrosia
It’s cliché, yeah, i know, yeah
What if i told you?
But i’ll keep my composure
And you were sweet just like ambrosia
It’s cliché, yeah, i know, yeah
What if i told you?
But i’ll keep my composure
And you were sweet just like ambrosia
It’s cliché, yeah, i know, yeah
What if i told you?
But i’ll keep my composure
And you were sweet just like ambrosia
It’s cliché, yeah, i know, yeah
Cliché, yeah, i know, yeah