Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Till7 Charron
Till7 Charron
Songwriter

Lyrics

Homie I'm tripping a
And getting you out of my Head Space I must find a way
There something about the air
Don’t you care? I hope I die today
I don’t even really want attention
I don't even know why I’m doing this
I done came a long way from Detention
I don’t even sound like I’m new At this
Probably cause I’m bound a true At this
I don’t really do well with the Tension
Mid bond with sick sound with a fist out get kiss frowned kinda Pissed now
So I’m out
Notice me
Notice me
Notice
Maybe one as I grow fame away
I guess I’ll probably come on Back to you
I know it’s too late to save me
But don’t hate me lately
I’ve got nothing and
I’m coming Back soon
Homie I vacate the bottle
Straight face like models
Great race full throttled
Faith based off promises
It's hit or a Miss
I’m knocking em down like Dominos
And now that you’re doubting Me
I’m writing down all of my fears
But they won’t come out of me
I promise you will
Notice me
Notice me
Notice me
More mistakes I overtake not Sober baked
Let go to the lake and then you Can come over
Shoulder aches take horde the Case
The more that you hate and now that I’m older
Over states the portrait face of Course You’re late a port to Snakes the source I’m Making Lore like I'm norse I’m out of Remorse
Honestly this is for everything
That I have Always have wanted
To be
I don’t really give a Fuck if you
Thinking You’re doubting me
I’m in the brink if I blink then You’re proud Of me
I will not stop till sink to bottom
Cause I gotta seat will defeat if I Gotta
And I wanna see if you cheat pass the loud up
And I’m gonna see you again I Hope
I just found me a lil bad bitch
We roll around town smoking back woods
Knew i could
I just found out, I'm a savage
I'm a savage, I'm drunk and i don't give a fuck about you
Knew I could
Maybe one as I grow fame away
I guess I’ll probably come on Back to you
I know it’s too late to save me
But don’t hate me lately
I’ve got nothing and I’m coming Back soon
Homie I vacate the bottle
Straight face like models
Great race full throttled
Faith based off promises
It's hit or a Miss
I’m knocking em down like Dominos
And now that you’re doubting Me
I’m writing down all of my fears
But they won’t come out of me
I promise you will
Tell me when you finally appear, Goddess
Notice me
Notice me
Notice me
Written by: Till7 Charron
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