Paradise
Mm, yeah
Yeah
Paradise inside garages
I think I'd die right here
I think I'd die right here, is this what it feels like?
It's only right
You wrote those chords about me, a shag rug over concrete
Genius at them six strings
Good at everything but saying sorry
How you make it look so fucking easy?
Oh, my God
It's like it's April, you got me sprung
Lately, it's been on another level like your mixtape, and
Everybody always tryna to explain it
I'm just tryna go along
Test your songs on me, baby
Try them out on me, yeah, baby, yeah
And I could stay here all damn day
Paradise inside garages
I think I'd die right here
I think I'd die right here, is this what it feels like?
It's only right
You wrote those chords about me, a shag rug over concrete
Just a week, 'bout a week, 'bout a week ago
Holding on, held it in, had to let you know
That it's been getting sticky and I'm fixated
I can't find my breath, it's like I misplaced it
Get close, stay close, it's a cold night
I could be your muse if you act right
Do that thing you love if you play nice, yeah
And I, I, I
Say I could do it all damn day
Feels like paradise, paradise
And I could do it all damn day
Yeah
Paradise inside garages
I think I'd die right here
I think I'd die right here, is this what it feels like?
It's only right
You wrote those chords about me, a shag rug over concrete
Genius at them six strings
Good at everything but saying sorry
How you make it look so fucking easy?
Oh, my God
It's like it's April, you got me sprung
Lately, it's been on another level like your mixtape, and
Everybody always tryna to explain it
I'm just tryna go along
Test your songs on me, baby
Try them out on me, yeah, baby, yeah
And I could stay here all damn day
Paradise inside garages
I think I'd die right here
I think I'd die right here, is this what it feels like?
It's only right
You wrote those chords about me, a shag rug over concrete
Just a week, 'bout a week, 'bout a week ago
Holding on, held it in, had to let you know
That it's been getting sticky and I'm fixated
I can't find my breath, it's like I misplaced it
Get close, stay close, it's a cold night
I could be your muse if you act right
Do that thing you love if you play nice, yeah
And I, I, I
Say I could do it all damn day
Feels like paradise, paradise
And I could do it all damn day
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Blake Straus
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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