LONG
Oh, how long again?
Yeah, that's good
I've been
(John)
(Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Baby, you gotta excuse me
I've been runnin' from my feelings for so long, so long
She didn't know me yesterday, and now she rippin' my clothes off
If I touch you with my soul, you better ride 'til I'm froze, oh
I wanna have you as a whole, want you to vibe and your lover
Everyday feels like hell when your hand ain't on my shoulder
Baby, you gotta excuse me
I've been runnin' from my feelings for so long, so long
Can you feel that I love you, baby?
The pain kills, feel like I'm dyin' here
Show me that it's real, I won't know until you appear
Fucked the one's in Hollywood and she caught feelings sеvere
Won't love again, runnin' dopе in this Porsche Cayenne
I got a bag from the show, my bitch is a ten
Every time I spend a check, I swear that shit make me grin
I never in my life would've thought that
I would've fallen tryna make her my wife
The feds would come and lock you up if breakin' hearts was a crime
Was she tryna take control over me?
You took control of me
Baby, you gotta excuse me
I've been runnin' from my feelings for so long, so long
She didn't know me yesterday, and now she rippin' my clothes off
If I touch you with my soul, you better ride 'til I'm froze, oh
I wanna have you as a whole, want you to vibe and your lover
Everyday feels like hell when your hand ain't on my shoulder
Baby, you gotta excuse me
I've been runnin' from my feelings for so long, so long
Yeah, that's good
I've been
(John)
(Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Baby, you gotta excuse me
I've been runnin' from my feelings for so long, so long
She didn't know me yesterday, and now she rippin' my clothes off
If I touch you with my soul, you better ride 'til I'm froze, oh
I wanna have you as a whole, want you to vibe and your lover
Everyday feels like hell when your hand ain't on my shoulder
Baby, you gotta excuse me
I've been runnin' from my feelings for so long, so long
Can you feel that I love you, baby?
The pain kills, feel like I'm dyin' here
Show me that it's real, I won't know until you appear
Fucked the one's in Hollywood and she caught feelings sеvere
Won't love again, runnin' dopе in this Porsche Cayenne
I got a bag from the show, my bitch is a ten
Every time I spend a check, I swear that shit make me grin
I never in my life would've thought that
I would've fallen tryna make her my wife
The feds would come and lock you up if breakin' hearts was a crime
Was she tryna take control over me?
You took control of me
Baby, you gotta excuse me
I've been runnin' from my feelings for so long, so long
She didn't know me yesterday, and now she rippin' my clothes off
If I touch you with my soul, you better ride 'til I'm froze, oh
I wanna have you as a whole, want you to vibe and your lover
Everyday feels like hell when your hand ain't on my shoulder
Baby, you gotta excuse me
I've been runnin' from my feelings for so long, so long
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Writer(s): Nicholas Mira, Danny Jerome Jenrette, John Carolus
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