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Fumes adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Get Over Mary tarafından 28 Haziran 2024 tarihinde yayınlandıFumes - Single
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Çıkış Tarihi28 Haziran 2024
FirmaGet Over Mary
DilEnglish
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Valence
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Enerji
BPM168

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Joshua David Shepherd
Joshua David Shepherd
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GOM
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Hope I hear from you again, you said that you would call
Waiting on a regiment or order I should follow to be with you
Babe, I'm picking my poison and pretending I have a clue
But I got pills packed in that Prada, fuck it, I'll split 'em with you
But whatever you do, don't look down at your phone
It's going to ruin the view
Fucked around, built a home, and now it's dinners for two
Like, why were you playing grown?
It's only with you when we can talk about nothing
And think about something we don't wanna do
Then I feel gravity coming, it's funny 'cause I was just over the moon
I'm counting stars from November to June
That's why you caught me counting cards, I was cheating the truth
Buy a bottle at the bar, then go blame it on you
Sayin' show me the proof
Lone star, ridin' in a sports car runnin' on fumes
I pull up to the backyard, you on the roof
After what we've been through the stars still shine for you
So we split a cigarette on the blacktop, tryna play it cool
I know I'm your favorite boy, but the worst one you could choose
After what we've been through the stars still shine for you
Can't shake this feeling, dreaming, scheming around
A fucking reason for leaving, deleting this town
From memories of a teen, being free, young and bound
But this thing started in your family tree, chopped it down
Can't shake this feeling, dreaming, scheming around
A fucking reason for leaving, deleting this town
From memories of a teen, being free, young and bound
But this thing started in your family tree, chopped it down
Lone star, ridin' in a sports car runnin' on fumes
I pull up to the backyard, you on the roof
After what we've been through the stars still shine for you
So we split a cigarette on the blacktop, tryna play it cool
I know I'm your favorite boy, but the worst one you could choose
After what we've been through the stars still shine for you
Written by: Joshua David Shepherd
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