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INTERPRETAÇÃO
44coles
44coles
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Cole Desfontaines Dorrestein
Cole Desfontaines Dorrestein
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
44coles
44coles
Produção
Joshua Sawyer
Joshua Sawyer
Engenharia (assistente)

Letra

How To Go Away
Casablanca she said
Was her favourite film
As Honey silk shorts hit the parqué
Funny how she dreams of elegance,
but Keep the heels on don’t wanna parler
‘bout her self no more
Tell me babe
What is it that you really hidin’ for?
Better live with yourself,
Or learn to go away,
Something’s never change,
Something’sll never be the same.
Got em plumped up lips,
And tattoo on ya face,
Don’t say what you mean,
Or mean what you say.
you got em
Silicon,
Valleys,
Happily,
Got em,
for Daddy. But ya
Live alone,
Baddy,
Solo,
Solo
Throw you a bone,
It vanish,
Damn didn’t know you did
Magic, listen
Sell your soul
If you manage
To buy the world
I don’t trust you,
I don’t really trust myself,
I’m a hypocrite
Am I selling out?
I’ma judge you,
For livin life the easy way,
I’ma take a swig,
Darling that’s my day-to-day.
I don’t trust you,
I don’t really trust myself,
I’m a hypocrite,
Am I selling out?
I’ma judge you,
For making me feel the same,
While you paint your lips,
I’ll buy away my pain.
Whatchu mean you happy?
Searching for the sugarman’s a film that ends sadly.
No sugar daddy,
But sadly, young madam, you had a sweet tooth for time
Girl that’s a cold fact,
You gotta throw back,
For zeros and 1s,
Whose sum will make you a full stack,
A humble abode and
a fire with no match
A sacrifice, you never talk about,
Times, you never talk about
Buys vinyls,
cuz she wanna seem retro
Pink Floyd T
cuz the prism looked fresh tho
There’s no walls in the world of camgirl,
It’s all dark sides of the moon.
High tide,
Split the dream from the rest tho,
Don’t wanna dive,
When could coast with a breast stroke.
Now Dry,
Baby, livin your best hoax,
Watch the sea for the dream and my piano.
I don’t trust my mind,
but I feel somin, feel somin
I don’t trust my mind,
but I feel somin, feel somin
I don’t trust my mind,
but I feel somin, feel somin
I don’t trust my mind,
but I feel somin, feel somin
I don’t trust my mind,
but I feel somin, feel somin
I don’t trust my mind,
but I feel somin, feel somin
I don’t trust my mind,
but I feel somin, feel somin
I don’t trust my mind,
but I feel somin, feel somin
I don’t trust you,
I don’t really trust myself,
I’m a hypocrite
Am I selling out?
I’ma judge you,
For livin life the easy way,
I’ma take a swig,
Darling that’s my day-to-day.
I don’t trust you,
I don’t really trust myself,
I’m a hypocrite,
Am I selling out?
I’ma judge you,
For making me feel the same,
While you paint your lips,
I’ll buy away my pain.
Two more cups, broken into sips,
One more puff, here’s my confidence,
Only write good shit when ya everest,
Guess I should’ve known better.
(Guess I should known me better)
Young, sexy, and we Ignorant,
Live like this, but it’s gotta end,
(I’m changing)
New real estate, makin many friends,
Guess I should’ve wrote better
Guess I should wrote these better
How could I love you?
I could never love myself.
For something I ain’t proud of,
Sold it for a roof and house
Above my head.
Seems like you’re always above my head.
Just outta reach…
Like Ali’s chin in Zaire,
Like ya… wingspan, but higher
it Feels close.
Wanna, feel close to you
But I’ma
player, playing dominoes,
wader, wading through my woes,
Tryna find a piano that I sold, a long time ago
How could I love you
If I’m nothing but the same?
I guess I love you
For showing how I’m too afraid,
For knowing that’s hard to change,
The pressure
For turning round to die for dreams,
Or learning how to go away.
(Why)
(How much you want for it?)
Written by: Cole Desfontaines Dorrestein
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