Lyrics: Carmine Maywood/bradley au
Music: Carmine Maywood/bradley au
Yeah, I didn't account for this ('Count for this)
I lost account of it
Running out, I'm stalling the count until you get it-it
Trying to make a dime but I can't really now, f**k
When did it amount to this?And
Stop the f**king counti-i-i-i
Running out, I'm stalling the count until you get it-it
Trying to make you mine, but I can't cause I'm talking to swine
I don't really know where it's going now, ayy
When you're in a coma,but I faked out
Drugs in my ears, I don't hear a sound
But she can be anywhere
I don't really know what she's talking 'bout, yeah
You know that she f**ked when you faked out
Drugs in my ears, I don't hear a sound
But she can be any-
Faked out
(No, no)
(No, no)
(Fakеd out)
(Drugs in my ears, I don't a sound)
(But she can be anywhеre)
(No, no)
(No, no)
(Faked out)
(Drugs in my ears, I don't hear a sound)
(But she can be any-)
Faked out
I don't have to say what you want
It's not one of us
Tell me what you been waiting for
And I don't wanna freak out, don't wait now, oh
Tell me why you've been taken out—
Say what you were last night-ight
I've been foolish, oh, wasted, too late now
Tell me what you like
I'll wait, I'll fake out
Read between the lines, too late for me
Tell me what you like
I'll fake, I'll fake out
Read between the lines, too late for me
(No, no)
(No, no)
(Faked out)
(Drugs in my ears, I don't a sound)
(But she can be anywhere)
(No, no)
(No, no)
(Faked out)
(Drugs in my ears, I don't hear a sound)
(But she can be any-)
Faked out