Lyrics

Don't tell me you love me when I don't Keep those words locked in a bottle I am too young for that lifestyle I'm Mr. Casual Our difference showed in our poisons I live for long nights on the weekends You knew the path when you walked in Why can't you forget it? And don't call me something I'm not I am my father's son Yeah, I am a hit and run And don't call me something I'm not I am my father's son Yeah, I am a hit and run Now I'm all alone And I ain't got no one to call home baby Is this what I want? An empty bed with my shit so crazy Oh, oh, hit and run, baby Now I'm all alone And I ain't got no one to call home baby Is this what I want? An empty bed with my shit so crazy Oh, oh, hit and run, baby I'm glad that you know where you're going That life is so easily stomached But I do not live in the fashion Continuously find a new passion I do what I do in the nighttime I'm sorry, but babe, it's my bloodline You knew what I was when we did this Why can't you forget it? And don't call me something I'm not I am my father's son Yeah, I am a hit and run And don't call me something I'm not I am my father's son Yeah, I am a hit and run Now I'm all alone And I ain't got no one to call home baby Is this what I want? An empty bed with my shit so crazy Oh, oh, hit and run, baby Now I'm all alone And I ain't got no one to call home baby Is this what I want? An empty bed with my shit so crazy Oh, oh, hit and run, baby Don't call home, don't call home I am a hit and run Don't call home, don't call home Now I'm all alone And I ain't got no one to call home baby Is this what I want? An empty bed with my shit so crazy Oh, oh, hit and run, baby Now I'm all alone And I ain't got no one to call home baby Is this what I want? An empty bed with my shit so crazy Oh, oh, hit and run, baby
Writer(s): Greyson Chance, Willy Beaman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out