Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Fletcher Sapp
William Fletcher Sapp
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Summer League
Summer League
Producer
Rachel Mitchell
Rachel Mitchell
Producer
local spells.
local spells.
Producer

Lyrics

You could've been a part of me This could've been a start for me That's why it breaks a heart to see That you are apart from me If you hear me on the radio Will I still be someone you used to know Will you be thinking what this love could mean All the secrets we'd keep In the shade of our limousine I'll admit that this was all my fault I wanted more than what you were But remember what we felt at the start And you would think that this would last forever It ended in an instant But the pain it left was constant And when you felt so distant I knew you were up to something I was hearing wedding bells chiming in a deep sleep You were busy saving up marching to your own beat Your and my initials traced atop the sand Called back to the ocean by a wave of your demand How can we go from being our entire world Down to a level where I say your name it hurts I should've never put my trust in a lifeless shell You could've been a part of me This could've been a start for me That's why it breaks a heart to see That you are apart from me If you hear me on the radio Will I still be someone you used to know Will you be thinking what this love could mean All the secrets we'd keep In the shade of our limousine Kick it You've become my meds, got me tweakin like an addict I need you to sleep like you needed your static And since you yanked the rug from me, life's been pretty tough Now you think that you can run from me Let me call your bluff If I'm a piece that's missing You'd replace me without thinking Keep your distance no assistance You'd sit back and watch me sinking I would beg for your forgiveness If I knew that it would change you But I never did you dirty I never stood to play you Taking pictures of your body Careless, your so naughty While a posse calls you shawty Acting like you never saw me Sipping so much coffee That you forgot to call me To at least admit you're sorry 'cause You promised that you got me You claimed the latter Up to batter but you'll swing and miss it Your life will shatter, it won't matter I'm not there to fix it I'm sorry lover, I hate to say I tried to warn ya So good luck picking up the pieces out in California
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