Lyrics: Arthur Oliveira De Oliveira
Music: Arthur Oliveira De Oliveira
Putting your dreams in my hands like they were mine
You’re not the one, not anyone, that shit ain’t real
I’m not your lover, undercover, trying to rescue you
Not your friend to the end, what’s the deal?
My heart goes boom,
and on my phone, I think about you
Laying in my bed,
I want so badly your message comes through
My heart goes boom,
And on my phone, I think about you
The way you messing with my head
Makes this feeling like doom
Dont hit me up drunk like you did last night
Girl just be sayin' shit like I have the time
Bitch you ain't special i'm running my own shit
She just tryna blame me
Building my own world
Cashing up from that shit
And I know your ****ing type girl
You wanna take a piece
Putting your dreams in my hands like they were mine
You’re not the one, not anyone, that shit ain’t real
I’m not your lover, undercover, trying to rescue you
Not your friend to the end, what’s the deal?
My heart goes boom,
and on my phone, I think about you
Laying in my bed,
I want so badly your message comes through
My heart goes boom,
And on my phone, I think about you
The way you messing with my head
Makes this feeling like doom