Lyrics

I just can't love like its back then We've been through too many bad things I got some models (hoes) coming through with me now I think, my life is as stupid as it sounds And she chop chop scissor it, roll it and twist the end Inhale, hold it, wait then blow it out We're high in this bitch again Thunder crackin, Melbourne city shit Long ass winters here If I love her I shall never mention it When you're racing through my mind That's your raceway And you really can drive When you're changing lanes, burning tyres That's your raceway And you really can drive You really can If I die now nothing salty Just bring me flowers when you drop me What doesn't kill you makes you stronger But sometimes you turn into a monster But when you treat someone like they dirt Then eventually They gone turn around and be the dirt That you said that they'd be You can take the boy from them hills Can't take them from me And you play pretend like I'm barely a memory When you're racing through my mind That's your raceway And you really can drive When you're changing lanes running tyres That's your raceway And you really can drive Really We're some well adjusted adults Sleep in the lounge room surfin' channels Girls textin, not fuckin' at all Cause when we're done its too much to handle Just us recovering Lost first loves back when I was a teen B-Ball dreams 6 AM I'm bucketing Head shaved, no-one fuck with me Know they get hotter when you break their heart If they don't you break it way to hard Move on quick like a racing car Stay poppin' champagne for ya Podium first place for ya I'm sorry for the way we are Roaring that engine Ignoring my text and When you're racing through my mind That's your raceway And you really can drive When you're changing lanes running tyres That's your raceway And you really can drive Really
Writer(s): Cameron Raymond Ludik, Tomas Gaynor, Mitchell Rolf Graunke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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