Count Sheep
Had to break apart from the life I was livin
Went to work then came home staring at the ceiling
Drowning in my feelings but no way to get it out
I don't give a fuck about the money or the clout
Bastard, that's what they called me
But you were the only one to ever fucking call me
Saying that you love me, but sometimes it's hard to believe-
The damage has been done, guess it's time for you to get up and leave
I always blew your phone up
Telling you that you're my fucking everything and then some
Hanging with ya family and how we had the most fun
Too bad it didn't last, I was thinking that you could be the one
But it felt like you just didn't feel the same
Now I hate to even say your name
I just hope you fucking know, bitch,
That shit really sucked when I used to lay and pray that
You could look my way just one more time
Fuck all the closure, I just wanna pass the time
I know I fucked up a couple times, no lie
But I tried, I never reached your side of the line
You'll probably never hear this track
If you do, don't think that I want you back
We've both moved on, I don't wanna go back
I just wanna count sheep, but I keep losing track
I got a migraine, bit of chest pain
Bit of propane to get my mind off of your face
Never feel the same, but I'm never gonna throw shade
Just wanna count sheep like the money that I make
I just wanna count sheep
I just wanna count sheep
I just wanna count sheep
Fuck this, I don't need takes or a warm up
I'mma just say what's on my mind like I'm on somethin
Not holding back, I don't care if it's a problem
Fuck all the closure, but I wish that I got some
Had a good time with the little bit we had
You used to smile so much like you were never sad
I know I was the reason that things went bad
But I don't regret a thing, shit feels like practice
I wanna forget, but it's uh kinda hard when
My Snapchat memories keep popping up when
I just wanna show my face like I'm a someone
When I look at those times, I feel like a no one
I just wanna count sheep
I just wanna count sheep
I just wanna count sheep
I give up
Went to work then came home staring at the ceiling
Drowning in my feelings but no way to get it out
I don't give a fuck about the money or the clout
Bastard, that's what they called me
But you were the only one to ever fucking call me
Saying that you love me, but sometimes it's hard to believe-
The damage has been done, guess it's time for you to get up and leave
I always blew your phone up
Telling you that you're my fucking everything and then some
Hanging with ya family and how we had the most fun
Too bad it didn't last, I was thinking that you could be the one
But it felt like you just didn't feel the same
Now I hate to even say your name
I just hope you fucking know, bitch,
That shit really sucked when I used to lay and pray that
You could look my way just one more time
Fuck all the closure, I just wanna pass the time
I know I fucked up a couple times, no lie
But I tried, I never reached your side of the line
You'll probably never hear this track
If you do, don't think that I want you back
We've both moved on, I don't wanna go back
I just wanna count sheep, but I keep losing track
I got a migraine, bit of chest pain
Bit of propane to get my mind off of your face
Never feel the same, but I'm never gonna throw shade
Just wanna count sheep like the money that I make
I just wanna count sheep
I just wanna count sheep
I just wanna count sheep
Fuck this, I don't need takes or a warm up
I'mma just say what's on my mind like I'm on somethin
Not holding back, I don't care if it's a problem
Fuck all the closure, but I wish that I got some
Had a good time with the little bit we had
You used to smile so much like you were never sad
I know I was the reason that things went bad
But I don't regret a thing, shit feels like practice
I wanna forget, but it's uh kinda hard when
My Snapchat memories keep popping up when
I just wanna show my face like I'm a someone
When I look at those times, I feel like a no one
I just wanna count sheep
I just wanna count sheep
I just wanna count sheep
I give up
Credits
Writer(s): Malaki Smith
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