CaVes (feat. H3RØ)
Where can I go
Times don't seem right, things don't feel right
Say it ain't so
Gotta be a dream like, this ain't real life
With all that I know
Haven't felt you for so long, tell me what I did wrong
Please don't go
Been here for so long, just leave me alone
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Do you always do this to your friends
NOPE, I don't have friends to begin so
Don't you value friendship
Look at how they benefit
Man he actin' different
Stay up out my business
Well you missed church for the third time
OOOHH
Sent texts but you ain't replied
DOPE
Can't you can see me miss you, tell me what that's the issue
30 shecks of silver, right before I kissed you muuah
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
I've been sent to look after his soul
Ain't nothin much you can hold
Sent here from The She'ol
Witches from his blood creole
Laid his life there on the ground
Ain't nothin' you could do now
Tried to be in touch, yo reach ain't enough
Nothing he could become now
Tried to cast us out before'
All we did was crack the door'
Now he can let all y'all down
His feelings live wit no sound
I'd say that I'm proud of myself
Look at the all harm he deen' delt
Uncompromise meets its demise
Depression is all that is felt
Times don't seem right, things don't feel right
Say it ain't so
Gotta be a dream like, this ain't real life
With all that I know
Haven't felt you for so long, tell me what I did wrong
Please don't go
Been here for so long, just leave me alone
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Do you always do this to your friends
NOPE, I don't have friends to begin so
Don't you value friendship
Look at how they benefit
Man he actin' different
Stay up out my business
Well you missed church for the third time
OOOHH
Sent texts but you ain't replied
DOPE
Can't you can see me miss you, tell me what that's the issue
30 shecks of silver, right before I kissed you muuah
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
I've been sent to look after his soul
Ain't nothin much you can hold
Sent here from The She'ol
Witches from his blood creole
Laid his life there on the ground
Ain't nothin' you could do now
Tried to be in touch, yo reach ain't enough
Nothing he could become now
Tried to cast us out before'
All we did was crack the door'
Now he can let all y'all down
His feelings live wit no sound
I'd say that I'm proud of myself
Look at the all harm he deen' delt
Uncompromise meets its demise
Depression is all that is felt
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Mitchell
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