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Luckier
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Luckier adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Outta Tha Basment tarafından 21 Aralık 2023 tarihinde yayınlandıLuckier - Single
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Çıkış Tarihi21 Aralık 2023
FirmaOutta Tha Basment
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Valence
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Moore
Nicholas Moore
Songwriter
Dakotah Poitra
Dakotah Poitra
Songwriter

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I flip the script and open up a letter full of love
I been awfully honest cause I want this
Gotta cough it up, medicine is feminine
I'm aiming for your touch, got me fiendin
Catch me leaning, throw the piece up for the cause
You the lottery baby, I been honorable lately
I been on one cause I want you and it's driving me crazy
Pop the genie out the bottle just to talk to you lately
I'm the Babe with the bat, how I'm calling you baby
You my goldfish, you my shamrock
You my heads up penny on the sidewalk
Walking it out, this a burning love, no stomping it out
If the timing feels off, I'll be waiting it out
Cause I got time lately, want you all mine baby
If I can't, don't want no one else
Got my mind all crazy, got these thoughts all racing
Swear I want you all to myself
You say I'm lucky, well I disagree
I like your fingertips on nothing but all over me
I think about it when I'm driving, a hundred and three
I think I'm losing my mind, I think I'm losing my mind
So when the night comes and I miss the sun
I grit my heart till all the peace fills into my lungs
I need a reason that I'm fine and I'm finally enough
I think I'm losing my mind, I think I'm losing my mind
You got me out here really questioning
Are we going in Zane, heading into one direction then
Try invest a bit , but you want less of this
It's hard to stay on top, lying to the left of it
Or what's left of it
We hardly know, we sprout some hope and then we try to grow
You live and learn, we live and burn, ashes from the smoke
We rising up like a phoenix from this bitter cold
It's a disaster, but I'm always feeling lucky though
You say I'm lucky, well I disagree
I like your fingertips on nothing but all over me
I think about it when I'm driving, a hundred and three
I think I'm losing my mind, I think I'm losing my mind
So when the night comes and I miss the sun
I grip my heart till all the peace fills into my lungs
I need a reason that I'm fine and I'm finally enough
I think I'm losing my mind, I think I'm losing my mind
So when the night comes, no sun
See when the right one won't come
We run in circles, no fun
Chasing a purpose with no love
You say I'm lucky, well I disagree
I like your fingertips on nothing but all over me
I think about it when I'm driving, a hundred and three
I think I'm losing my mind, I think I'm losing my mind
So when the night comes and I miss the sun
I grip my heart till all the peace fills into my lungs
I need a reason that I'm fine and I'm finally enough
I think I'm losing my mind, I think I'm losing my mind
Written by: Dakotah Poitra, Nicholas Moore
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