Matte Black Bugatti
I keep writing the right songs for the wrong ears
My best friend says I'm wise beyond my years
Investments would seem to go to waste without you
You cure these sore eyes and runny nose
Your picture's on my door and
Common sense becomes so foreign
Lemme paint a picture amarillo, lake house when we were little
Hot summer no El Niño, padres lit the cigarillos, those Swisher Sweets, you feelin me?
Four years and count that's our history
You don't get sick I'm your antihistamine
Stay at the Sheraton when you need Claritin-D
Sometimes I play with my old guitar
Sometimes I'll count all these faded scars
To see we've come so far
My ears don't like the quiet, I can't sleep in the silence
I'd rather hear the violence in your mind
How many times will I wake up to a humming fan and broken clocks?
A shot of OJ in my cup? Free of pulp
A year's gone by, lost another friend
That makes five, used to be ten
At fifteen, I wanted to be a man. Now I'm nineteen and can't go back again
Feels like cloud nine
Feels so divine
And I know that we, don't drive Bugatti, give me time
My best friend says I'm wise beyond my years
Investments would seem to go to waste without you
You cure these sore eyes and runny nose
Your picture's on my door and
Common sense becomes so foreign
Lemme paint a picture amarillo, lake house when we were little
Hot summer no El Niño, padres lit the cigarillos, those Swisher Sweets, you feelin me?
Four years and count that's our history
You don't get sick I'm your antihistamine
Stay at the Sheraton when you need Claritin-D
Sometimes I play with my old guitar
Sometimes I'll count all these faded scars
To see we've come so far
My ears don't like the quiet, I can't sleep in the silence
I'd rather hear the violence in your mind
How many times will I wake up to a humming fan and broken clocks?
A shot of OJ in my cup? Free of pulp
A year's gone by, lost another friend
That makes five, used to be ten
At fifteen, I wanted to be a man. Now I'm nineteen and can't go back again
Feels like cloud nine
Feels so divine
And I know that we, don't drive Bugatti, give me time
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Writer(s): Nikhil Thapa
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