Harbor Bay

You's a, you's a, you's a, you's a, user

You's a, cold heart
You's a, cold soul
You's a, piece a art
You's a, asshole

Push me to the edge, might jump off this ledge
One last kiss, a french, hold me baby clench

I guess I was lackin
She caught me with fashion
I love with a passion
I know they be dashin
Her guise she be maskin
Actin out now she lashin
The love, I know, I be lackin

Falling into the water
I look up like where did I falter?
Thought Im the rock of Gibraltar
Like what could I alter?
Gotta get over pole vault or
Might do somersault or
Barrel vault into this water
Its all because I don't have a damn clue

Just deal with the cards that they hand you
Just deal with the ones who abandoned you
Just deal with the kids when they laugh at you
Just deal with the full clip loaded at your head make a move and little homie you're dead
I know you heard what the fuck I said
Do you really want me to give you this lead?
Put you in your death bed?
At the bottom of this lake seeing red

I can still hear ya, I'm scopin' around for intel
Callin' for that chirp chirp like it's Nextel
Felt ya left, looked around, I had to get help
Cause everyone is waitin' for ya at GrimesVille
At GrimesVille
Everybody is waiting for ya' at GrimesVille
At grimesville
Everybody is waiting for ya' at GrimesVille

Told there's more fish in the sea
Sat on the pier hope it's fishin' that rod gon' see
Too busy wishin' ain't castin' at all for he
But bet the second he spots ya know the man'll eat
I bet in his life he lives spiteful
Isolated but he finds the loneliness delightful
Don't he know that type of solace for his soul is hopeless
The hole that's left won't be filled the lesson's not insightful
But if a minute minute spent not alone
In the dark recesses of his mind he calls home
Then maybe end of the day with somebody he calls his own
Maybe he could find the way we wish we all could



Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Messerich
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