Dribble (feat. RIZ LA VIE) - Remix
Boast 'bout how you suffer
I didn't know he loved ya
I was talking 'bout the weather
Told me, "Stop thinking it's blubber," oh
Talkin' in your sleep, don't know what ya mean
Need to act civil, won't let it fizzle
Talkin' in your sleep, make up fantasies
Need to act civil, won't let it fizzle
Wipin' up your dribble, dribble, let it dry
Soakin' in a puddle of it, I won't cry
Wipin' up your dribble, dribble, let it dry
Swept up in your troubles, I'll just keep it all inside
Even when you stutter
Your thoughts are so familiar
Fuck what if I dreamed ya?
Check under the covers
Talkin' in your sleep, think I had you freaked out
You brought me tea, went to bed sweet
I just bought this piece, in hopes it'd bring me peace
I'm restless in dreams, yeah, talk to me to sleep, yeah
You lap up my dribble, dribble
Shoot my shot, it's wet
Hit it like a cymbal, cymbal
Of course we both crash, yeah
Sneaking out the window
Just to smoke a cigarette
Wish I knew ya way before I even went to bed
Talkin' in my sleep
Speakin' in tongues, it don't mean a thing
Maybe I'm just naive
Imitation sleep; never truly restful
Rolling off my cheek, holdin' onto my pillow
Wipin' up your dribble, dribble, let it dry
Soakin' in a puddle of it, I won't cry
Wipin' up your dribble, dribble, let it dry
Swept up in your troubles, I'll just keep it all inside
Speakin' in tongues, it don't mean a thing
Maybe I'm just naive (I won't cry)
Speakin' in tongues, it don't mean a thing
Maybe I'm just naive (I won't cry)
I didn't know he loved ya
I was talking 'bout the weather
Told me, "Stop thinking it's blubber," oh
Talkin' in your sleep, don't know what ya mean
Need to act civil, won't let it fizzle
Talkin' in your sleep, make up fantasies
Need to act civil, won't let it fizzle
Wipin' up your dribble, dribble, let it dry
Soakin' in a puddle of it, I won't cry
Wipin' up your dribble, dribble, let it dry
Swept up in your troubles, I'll just keep it all inside
Even when you stutter
Your thoughts are so familiar
Fuck what if I dreamed ya?
Check under the covers
Talkin' in your sleep, think I had you freaked out
You brought me tea, went to bed sweet
I just bought this piece, in hopes it'd bring me peace
I'm restless in dreams, yeah, talk to me to sleep, yeah
You lap up my dribble, dribble
Shoot my shot, it's wet
Hit it like a cymbal, cymbal
Of course we both crash, yeah
Sneaking out the window
Just to smoke a cigarette
Wish I knew ya way before I even went to bed
Talkin' in my sleep
Speakin' in tongues, it don't mean a thing
Maybe I'm just naive
Imitation sleep; never truly restful
Rolling off my cheek, holdin' onto my pillow
Wipin' up your dribble, dribble, let it dry
Soakin' in a puddle of it, I won't cry
Wipin' up your dribble, dribble, let it dry
Swept up in your troubles, I'll just keep it all inside
Speakin' in tongues, it don't mean a thing
Maybe I'm just naive (I won't cry)
Speakin' in tongues, it don't mean a thing
Maybe I'm just naive (I won't cry)
Credits
Writer(s): Edward Cregan Quinn, Sasha Clare Mcleod, Rani Hamade
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