Tyler
(biscuit boy clique)
I was on your MySpace
Looking how our times changed
Looking how we used to be (how we used to be)
One step forwards, two steps back
Love you, yeah, you hated me
Please don't go, babe, no
Please don't leave me alone
You gon' leave me alone
I was only 16, layin' in my bunk bed
Dreaming of the riches, how I'm gonna get there
Now it doesn't seem so far away
(Now it doesn't, now it doesn't seem so far away)
I was rockin' Tyler, lookin' like designer
Flames on my trousers, chillin' in our houses
Now we're old, it's gone away
(Old, it's, old, it's, old, it's gone away)
Please don't come near me
I'm not who you've chosen
Dumb bitch got me frozen
She asked what's my motive
Please don't come near me
I'm not who you've chosen
My chest is torn open
My heart, yeah, you broke it
Fuck my heart, I cannot love, it don't exist
Fuck your flowers, give a shit
I got nothing left to live for (nothing left to live for)
Fuck my heart, I cannot love, it don't exist
Fuck your flowers, give a shit
I got nothing left to live for (nothing left to live for)
I was only 16, layin' in my bunk bed
Dreaming of the riches, how I'm gonna get there
Now it doesn't seem so far away
(Now it doesn't, now it doesn't seem so far away)
I was rockin' Tyler, lookin' like designer
Flames on my trousers, chillin' in our houses
Now we're old, it's gone away
(Old, it's, old, it's, old, it's gone away)
I was on your MySpace
Looking how our times changed
Looking how we used to be (how we used to be)
One step forwards, two steps back
Love you, yeah, you hated me
Please don't go, babe, no
Please don't leave me alone
You gon' leave me alone
I was only 16, layin' in my bunk bed
Dreaming of the riches, how I'm gonna get there
Now it doesn't seem so far away
(Now it doesn't, now it doesn't seem so far away)
I was rockin' Tyler, lookin' like designer
Flames on my trousers, chillin' in our houses
Now we're old, it's gone away
(Old, it's, old, it's, old, it's gone away)
Please don't come near me
I'm not who you've chosen
Dumb bitch got me frozen
She asked what's my motive
Please don't come near me
I'm not who you've chosen
My chest is torn open
My heart, yeah, you broke it
Fuck my heart, I cannot love, it don't exist
Fuck your flowers, give a shit
I got nothing left to live for (nothing left to live for)
Fuck my heart, I cannot love, it don't exist
Fuck your flowers, give a shit
I got nothing left to live for (nothing left to live for)
I was only 16, layin' in my bunk bed
Dreaming of the riches, how I'm gonna get there
Now it doesn't seem so far away
(Now it doesn't, now it doesn't seem so far away)
I was rockin' Tyler, lookin' like designer
Flames on my trousers, chillin' in our houses
Now we're old, it's gone away
(Old, it's, old, it's, old, it's gone away)
Credits
Writer(s): Oliver Masing, Timothy Francis Lee
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