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Russ - Our Time (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Russ
Russ
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Russell Vitale
Russell Vitale
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Russ
Russ
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah Maybe it's just not our time (our time) You got your life, I got mine (I got mine) You're too far away, let's be real (let's be real) To get too attached, let's be real (let's be real) Baby, on the other hand We be kicking it, can't find nothing wrong with you You stay up with me, help me with a song or two Your momma loves me and I think my momma loves you too (oh-oh, oh-oh) I love you dearly, love it when you're near me Love how you don't care I make weekly what they make yearly Yes, I love your accent, I love your compassion Plus you singing sweetly Then on the flip side, barely sent an invite But that's all it took, you're on a plane, I'm in your insides Talkin' to my homies, I can't be the only This can't be her first time Maybe it's just not our time (our time) You got your life, I got mine (I got mine) You're too far away, let's be real (let's be real) To get too attached, let's be real (let's be real) Baby, on the other hand We be kicking it, can't find nothing wrong with you You stay up with me, help me with a song or two Your momma loves me and I think my momma loves you too (oh-oh, oh-oh) Yeah, I can't tell, do I miss you enough to drink? Or did I drink enough to miss you? So in love, I'm scared to blink God forbid I miss a moment with you, we sharing the bed Taking leaps of faith of love together, we sharing the ledge And around that time my trust issues be kickin' in I swear Latina and trouble is just a synonym (synonym) Despite chemistry, it's so hard to overlook how we met Miami hotel, girl, it's hard to forget Maybe it's just not our time (our time) You got your life, I got mine (I got mine) You're too far away, let's be real (let's be real) To get too attached, let's be real (let's be real) But baby on the other hand We be kicking it, can't find nothing wrong with you You stay up with me, help me with a song or two Your momma loves me and I think my momma loves you too (oh-oh, oh-oh)
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