Texty

Hasty decisions I'm out of my visions But lately I'm feeling Just fine Hasty decisions Pastries and bitches I was looking at pictures From my past Crazy delicious I was angry and vicious I was granted three wishes And I've tried When nothing seems to work out at all When crushing is way harder than falls Maybe it's alright I said maybe it's alright Maybe its alright To be single Hasty decisions Head on collision I was out of my visions But I'm refueled London or Paris Proud or embarrassed I never get jealous I'm fine When nothing seems to work out at all When crushing is way harder than falls Maybe it's alright I said maybe it's alright Maybe its alright To be single Hazy with females Foggy with details I wanted to entail Before I'm gone I was Lost like my parents They were hipsters with clearance But they taught me forgiveness Lost but fine When nothing seems to work out at all When crushing is way harder than falls Maybe it's alright I said maybe it's alright Baby its alright To be single When nothing seems to work out at all When crushing is way harder than falls Baby it's alright I said baby it's alright Baby its alright To be single I told her happy holidays I never stopped thinking about you You know what she said? She said happy holidays honey
Writer(s): Itay Toren Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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