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sentimental
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Alternative Rap
sentimental was released on November 2, 2023 by SAFETY CLUB as a part of the album k / sentimental - Single
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Release DateNovember 2, 2023
LabelSAFETY CLUB
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM171

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Safety Club
Safety Club
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alistair Seawright
Alistair Seawright
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shanahan Flanders
Shanahan Flanders
Producer

Lyrics

Staring at picture of us
Feel the smudge from the print of my thumb
You were studying, saving your funds
All your friends were addicted to drugs (ay)
What you're doing up there?
With the thousand mile stare on some fuck shit
Find my place but I'm missing you there
Tried to fill up my heart but it's punctured
Couple months and then I'm peacing out
Got no money, got me stressing out, yeah
You're still the only one I think about
I just wanna stay high, never come down, yeah
Float on your cadence, piss off your neighbors
High in your backseat, we were so aimless
We were the same, now we turned into strangers
I can't fucking let you go
Bliss on your tongue, tell me you're done
Air out my lungs, I've been skipping my lunch
Bliss on your tongue, tell me you're done
Air out my lungs, I've been skipping my lunch
Bliss on your tongue, tell me you're done
Air out my lungs, I've been skipping my lunch
Bliss on your tongue, tell me you're done
Air out my lungs, I've been skipping my lunch
And I'm coming up for air
Pull up, girl, I miss you there
I know I fucked it up for real
Now I'm coming up for-
I've been feeling funny, acting funny on a beat
Now I ain't getting money, but maybe that's on me
I've been doing better, yeah, I'm back up on my feet now
Break my heart a second time, maybe that's on me
I can't hear a whisper
See your silhouette in the rearview
Girl, I fucking miss you
Let it fade out, that I can't do, yeah
Now it's all in my head, but I let it all out
Now we're getting real fans, but I'm tryna slow down
I don't think we can be friends, no, that shit won't work out
You kept a piece of my soul that's some fucked shit
I've been stuck in and blowing clouds
I see the sun and it's coming out
I get direct, ain't no hand me down
Came for the money, they showing out
Losing my mental, ain't making sense
Bitch, I'm no stranger to turbulence
Tryna catch you at the terminal
But I can't make you stay
Written by: Alistair Seawright
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