Got pink hair, just so you could see me through the night air, half across the world but baby promise you I’m still here, mysterious as capsules in my pockets causing nightmares stuck inside my mind but I think inside my mind but I think I could make a life here
No, don’t, wanna, think no more because it fuck me up, kettle for the day and keep the dussé fore’ the sun come up
Reminiscing bout’ the old days when I was 12 or some, old days fuck I’m talking bout like I ain’t still young
Nuisance, work the register know you got coupons, but you can’t save no time up in this life so we just move on
$30 bottle chеap vacations from my fathers crib I fuck her then shе walk right out the door we never speak again
Court side, watch the Knicks on tv and it feel like it, but I ain’t cop a ticket for the game because my pockets drid
See you on the Jumbotron while you looking back at me and, miss when you held on my hand, Joel to your Clem but we can’t
Wake up you sleeping again
Please grab your paper and pen
Write now you love all my sins
Don’t tell me you outta love just tell me you hate me instead, everything remind me of your eyes and it fill me with dread
Watch me make a world inside this Motherfuckering bedroom, ima show you what this big dumb ass head do, diamond the heart on my hand emotions is wrapped in Saran. Wake up you sleeping again, wake up you sleeping again
Everything is existential, god do I even exist? Why do I even exist ? Somebody taking the piss fill a cup with vodka and some oj to cope with my shit, hold on we all gonna live, promise we all gonna live
Woke up last night it was in my dreams, in a cold swear tryna figure out what we gon’ be
Feel a cold Breeze in my room I left the windows open, I guess I was really hoping you would come and help I’m hopeless
You could throw rocks at my window i’ll climb down the fire escape tell you I’m sorry I’m late give you a kiss on your face
Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry I’m late
Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry I’m late
No, don’t, wanna, think no more because it fuck me up, kettle for the day and keep the dussé fore’ the sun come up
Reminiscing bout’ the old days when I was 12 or some, old days fuck I’m talking bout like I ain’t still young
Nuisance, work the register know you got coupons, but you can’t save no time up in this life so we just move on
$30 bottle chеap vacations from my fathers crib I fuck her then shе walk right out the door we never speak again
Court side, watch the Knicks on tv and it feel like it, but I ain’t cop a ticket for the game because my pockets drid
See you on the Jumbotron while you looking back at me and, miss when you held on my hand, Joel to your Clem but we can’t
Wake up you sleeping again
Please grab your paper and pen
Write now you love all my sins
Don’t tell me you outta love just tell me you hate me instead, everything remind me of your eyes and it fill me with dread
Watch me make a world inside this Motherfuckering bedroom, ima show you what this big dumb ass head do, diamond the heart on my hand emotions is wrapped in Saran. Wake up you sleeping again, wake up you sleeping again
Everything is existential, god do I even exist? Why do I even exist ? Somebody taking the piss fill a cup with vodka and some oj to cope with my shit, hold on we all gonna live, promise we all gonna live
Woke up last night it was in my dreams, in a cold swear tryna figure out what we gon’ be
Feel a cold Breeze in my room I left the windows open, I guess I was really hoping you would come and help I’m hopeless
You could throw rocks at my window i’ll climb down the fire escape tell you I’m sorry I’m late give you a kiss on your face
Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry I’m late
Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry I’m late
( Perry Maysun )
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