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I ripped the bandaid off, told you I loved you
I'm in the fast lane now, I can't stop it
You 'bout to put me down, my heart throbbin'
I know I fucked up, I should've never called you
Put you in my car and we drove to the party
Every time I'm outta town, it's a muhfuckin' problem
Pills, yeah we pop 'еm, I'm tellin' you I'm sorry
I know that you fed up I'm tellin' you I'm sorry
Been blowing your damn cеll up and you still won't call me
I speed on the highway, my soul out my body
I'm high as a kite, but my lows stay beside me
You gotta tell me who hittin' beside me
I'm losin' my mind tryna find silver lining
Would look in your eyes but the lights are too blinding
I tried to go by but the lights was still shining, woah
Anything you need, girl you know I got you
We ain't spoke in a while and I'm probably like the devil in your head but just know I die 'bout you
I've been losing my mind
So if you ever feel disconnect just know that it's not you
Just know for us, baby girl I've been fighting
And you I do love, but I cannot confide it, I don't trust
I can't trust you but you on the plane bet yo man trust you
Meet me when you land, checking in, love you
We just started so bad I just can't help it
I just went goyard bags in the motor feelin' like
I got so many thoughts I don't wanna feel 'em
I done hit so many thots and I never feel 'em
I got one on the clock, I feel like a villain, I feel like a villain
You know you call me, anything you need
Roll up weed, I got that sativa
I got LSD, yeah, only way I see ya'
I got what you need, I got what you need
Molly jaw locking, got me clenching on my teeth
Thought I had you back, but I woke up, it's a dream
Thought I had you back, you was rippin' through my jeans
I don't got a backup, girl, you the one I need
I ripped the bandaid off, told you I loved you
I'm in the fast lane now, I can't stop it
You 'bout to put me down, my heart throbbin'
I know I fucked up, I should've never called you
Put you in my car and we drove to the party
Every time I'm outta town
It's a mother fucking problem
Pills, yeah we pop 'еm, I'm tellin' you I'm sorry
I know that you fed up I'm tellin' you I'm sorry
Been blowing your damn cеll up and you still won't call me
I speed on the highway, my soul out my body
I'm high as a kite
But my lows stay beside me
You gotta tell me who hittin' beside me
I'm losin' my mind tryna find silver lining
Would look in your eyes but the lights are too blinding
I tried to go by but the lights was still shining
Now, David
See, that's the problem
Uh, when people
When somebody called you, you will not pick up your phone
I've been trying to reach you since morning
Written by: David Fuji, until jap
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