Texty
I can feel you start to move on
I can feel you start to
I can feel you start to move on
I can feel you start to move away
I know best
What's meant for us
And he's a pest
We'll leave for dust
It's you and I
And no one else
Cause if you leave
You're out for count
This parasite
You call a man
Cannot infect our master plan
You're cool and all
My favorite fan
Yeah, just a fan
Ashes, ashes, burn my glasses
Ashes, ashes, burn my glasses
I can feel you start to move on (ashes, ashes)
I can feel you start to move on (burn my glasses)
I can feel you start to move on (ashes, ashes)
I can feel you start to move away (we all fall down)
I been talking plans for the past few days
And I'm only saying food or a house to drink coffee
It's not a lot I don't wanna vacay (I can feel it)
But see you been acting like, "boy get off me"
A couple of times your excuses been rhyme
By about now I'm sensing a reason
See you been dodging every last request (I can feel)
And I'm starting to think it's because of your ex
Real's a fantasy
Pleads at balconies
Real's a fantasy
I was I was I was Rosie
I wasted time you controlled the mind
Of every wise guy by trading lies
It's over gone now pack up things
And let go fucker wind down
Cause why's up down and happy frown?
And everything wrong when you got the crown?
I could put your side piece on display
Just cause he's tight with my homie
Don't mean he got the right to play
With his emotions, yours, mine
Even bitch who kicked me out of a second home
But I'll go to her level now
Cause if I saw you together I'd say she never mentioned you
Just to walk away from a fight there was potential to
I like when things happen and we don't just sit around
Talking hours on the phone thinking you're a love that I found
Little did I know she did not shoot the gun
I shot myself by looking too far beyond
Written by: Alex Borress, Bobby Kirner, Christian Rivera


