Lyrics

I remember when you used to hold my hand Now you actin' like a ghost, girl Live forever with a smile stuck on your face You think he know you, but I know you the most, girl You will never find another one just like me Long nights, gettin' high on the coast, girl Two weeks and I still got the same old jeans on Never got a girl when I need one I see your face when I look out the window I think about her every time that I sniff blow If you love me, hit me up on the flip phone (yeah, prr) I'm dyin', I don't think that my bitch know I don't think that my bitch know I'm dyin', I don't think that my bitch know I'm dyin', I don't think that my bitch know I'm dyin', yeah, yeah I remember when you used to hold my hand Now you actin' like a ghost, girl Live forever with a smile stuck on your face You think he know you, but I know you the most, girl You will never find another one just like me Long nights, gettin' high on the coast, girl Two weeks and I still got the same old jeans on Never got a girl when I need one I see your face when I look out the window I think about her every time that I sniff blow If you love me, hit me up on the flip phone (yeah, prr) I'm dyin', I don't think that my bitch know I don't think that my bitch know I'm dyin', I don't think that my bitch know I'm dyin', I don't think that my bitch know I'm dyin', yeah, ayy
Writer(s): Gustav Ahr, Cian Patterson, Jacques Siroul Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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