When we were kids (feat. Secret Crates)
I feel it, Don't know it, I done did it, It shows me
I'm tempted, I'm wicked, With the sickness, I've been in it
Wishing the stars that follow
Could cover up my hollow with points
Them outward joints
Loneliness that shows me she no longer knows that I lover her
I adore her, Midnight blur
She use to give me the word
Run to her room and give it to her
Now I just stare at the ceiling
Blank thoughts through my head
Wonder if she would miss me if I were dead
But baby get your bread
Make moves, Know I still love you
Love from afar
Can't have you baby but I love who you are
My face don't show up on your mind
You don't show up in this feed of mine
Sad that we could have been so sublime
You look happy and inside I sorta die
I sorta die
I sorta die
I sorta die
Because I think that you don't miss me
Because I think that you don't miss me
Miss me
Miss me
Because I think that you don't miss me
Miss me
Miss me
Because I think that you don't miss me
I sorta die
I sorta die
I sorta die
Because I think that you don't miss me, Yeah
We're no longer kids and that kinda bothers me
I'm still making rad beats and your graduating
I'm still fucked up
You done gone up, I haven't blown up
Still trying to roll one, Calm the nerves that show up
The demons that don't love us, Mistakes we use to love but
You no longer my love bug so I got none
Making tunes in my lone bug
Singing to the night that you show up
Experience nostalgia that was once us
I guess you've grown up
And I'm still chasing false dreams
Just want to know do you think of me?
In this lonely city
Were it was once you and me
When it was once you and me
When we were kids, yeah
Because I think that you don't miss me
Miss me
Miss me
Because I think that you don't miss me
Miss me
Miss me
Because I think that you don't miss me
I sorta die
I sorta die
I sorta die
Because I think that you don't miss me, Yeah
I'm tempted, I'm wicked, With the sickness, I've been in it
Wishing the stars that follow
Could cover up my hollow with points
Them outward joints
Loneliness that shows me she no longer knows that I lover her
I adore her, Midnight blur
She use to give me the word
Run to her room and give it to her
Now I just stare at the ceiling
Blank thoughts through my head
Wonder if she would miss me if I were dead
But baby get your bread
Make moves, Know I still love you
Love from afar
Can't have you baby but I love who you are
My face don't show up on your mind
You don't show up in this feed of mine
Sad that we could have been so sublime
You look happy and inside I sorta die
I sorta die
I sorta die
I sorta die
Because I think that you don't miss me
Because I think that you don't miss me
Miss me
Miss me
Because I think that you don't miss me
Miss me
Miss me
Because I think that you don't miss me
I sorta die
I sorta die
I sorta die
Because I think that you don't miss me, Yeah
We're no longer kids and that kinda bothers me
I'm still making rad beats and your graduating
I'm still fucked up
You done gone up, I haven't blown up
Still trying to roll one, Calm the nerves that show up
The demons that don't love us, Mistakes we use to love but
You no longer my love bug so I got none
Making tunes in my lone bug
Singing to the night that you show up
Experience nostalgia that was once us
I guess you've grown up
And I'm still chasing false dreams
Just want to know do you think of me?
In this lonely city
Were it was once you and me
When it was once you and me
When we were kids, yeah
Because I think that you don't miss me
Miss me
Miss me
Because I think that you don't miss me
Miss me
Miss me
Because I think that you don't miss me
I sorta die
I sorta die
I sorta die
Because I think that you don't miss me, Yeah
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Writer(s): Nicolas Francisco
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