Lyrics

Ooh Hey Let me hold you down You should press play Been feeling like a sad love song Any other day Any other day of the week See me Wanna run away I know Haters wanna rush the stage, no joke I put that on my mama I put that on my old man, too I could never tell a soul, I could never tell on you I could never play no games, only if you ask me to Please, just Tell me what it's like to be dead, I forget Tell me what it's like to be nice with the feds I woke up right side of the bed Hope all my memories never turn to regrets I'm flipping all the channels, turn it off from the bed I left the candles on by mistake, I forget I put that on my first, I put that on my last name, too I run around the streets and can't remember what I do Put that on yourself if it fits just like a shoe Your shit get on the shelf and let the vibes come through I put that on myself and the pain ensued I put that on a promise and the rain came thru like Aww, shoot, look what I do I woke up in the booth I put that on a tape I put that on a tape, (put that on a), I put that on a tape I put that on a, (put that on a), I put that on a tape I put that on a, (put that on a), I put that on a tape I put that on a, (put that on a), I put that on a tape I put that on a, (put that on a), I put that on a tape I put that on a, (put that on a), I put that on a tape
Writer(s): Bryndon Thaddeus Cook Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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