Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saint Lane
Saint Lane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lane Harry Muir
Lane Harry Muir
Songwriter

Lyrics

Other side of the pillow
Stone froze and depressing
My eyes burning from all the texts that you sent me
Tried to gas you up, now the petrol is empty
Said you left for Joe, was it Rogan or Pesci?
Said there's plenty fish in the sea
But the sea you left me
Is full of gasoline, cyanide and a dollar twenty
Used to hold you like a lotto ticket, triple circle
Now we're spinning in some pretty circles
I got a toothbrush and weed arranged at your place
You hate the smoke so I blow it right in your face
So sick of fighting I gotta fly my own way
I'd break my bones if I ran and stayed at your pace
So I guess it didn't work out
I was tryna build to you
Smashing all my plates with a smiley face
Crazy but you're beautiful
So I guess it didn't work out
I was tryna build to you
Smashing all my plates with a smiley face
Crazy but you're beautiful
I was Rodman, you were Carmen Electra
Somehow still calm and collected
Had my heart and said you'd armour protect it
Obviously you're upset and that's a little expected
I'm racing out your front door
Headed straight to the exit (bye)
Goodbye, goodbye
Good times, no lie
Give it to you straight so my heart won't break
Baby, baby
I got a toothbrush and weed arranged at your place
You hate the smoke so I blow it right in your face
So sick of fighting I gotta fly my own way
I'd break my bones if I ran and stayed at your pace
So I guess it didn't work out
I was tryna build to you
Smashing all my plates with a smiley face
Crazy but you're beautiful
So I guess it didn't work out
I was tryna build to you
Smashing all my plates with a smiley face
Crazy but you're beautiful
I got a toothbrush and weed arranged at your place
You hate the smoke so I blow it right in your face
So sick of fighting I gotta fly my own way
I'd break my bones if I ran and stayed at your pace
Written by: Lane Harry Muir
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