Thinking Too Much (feat. Mora Grey) [Acoustic]
Yea Yea
Mora Grey
Tryp Flo
Acoustic
I can't speak for shit when I'm around you
Thinkin' too much
I been fucked up lately
I can't speak for shit when I'm around you darling
I been fucked up
On the love drugs, on the low
I can't speak for shit when I'm around you
Thinkin' too much
I been fucked up lately
I can't speak for shit when I'm around you darling
I been fucked up
On the love drugs, on the low
I been thinkin' way too fuckin' much
Yea yea yea
Nine hundred thousand thoughts at once
Yea yea
Lately I've been trying not to fall in love
Yea
You get me high more than the kush that we roll up
Yea (Yea yea)
And I'm looking at my phone don't know if I should reply
I don't know what the fuck to say can't tell the truth from the lies
Can't be forgettin' bout myself cos you stay all in my mind
Can't be forgettin' bout myself thinkin' bout you all the time
Yea
Can't read the look on your face
Makin' mistakes (Aw fuck)
I did it again and again
Apologies don't take offense
Can't promise a white picket fence
The wind and the wine carry thru the night
Imagine my head in between your thighs
The wind and the wine carry thru the night
Yea
And I been thinkin' too much
I been fucked up
Yea yea
I been fucked up on the fuckin' same drugs
On the love drugs
On the love drugs
Remember the taste of her lips?
Think of every mistake that you made that erased her from your life
(Your life)
And who gives a fuck what this is?
Cos your touch is electric I fall in the depths of your eyes
Yea
Yea
Yea
Mora Grey
Tryp Flo
Acoustic
I can't speak for shit when I'm around you
Thinkin' too much
I been fucked up lately
I can't speak for shit when I'm around you darling
I been fucked up
On the love drugs, on the low
I can't speak for shit when I'm around you
Thinkin' too much
I been fucked up lately
I can't speak for shit when I'm around you darling
I been fucked up
On the love drugs, on the low
I been thinkin' way too fuckin' much
Yea yea yea
Nine hundred thousand thoughts at once
Yea yea
Lately I've been trying not to fall in love
Yea
You get me high more than the kush that we roll up
Yea (Yea yea)
And I'm looking at my phone don't know if I should reply
I don't know what the fuck to say can't tell the truth from the lies
Can't be forgettin' bout myself cos you stay all in my mind
Can't be forgettin' bout myself thinkin' bout you all the time
Yea
Can't read the look on your face
Makin' mistakes (Aw fuck)
I did it again and again
Apologies don't take offense
Can't promise a white picket fence
The wind and the wine carry thru the night
Imagine my head in between your thighs
The wind and the wine carry thru the night
Yea
And I been thinkin' too much
I been fucked up
Yea yea
I been fucked up on the fuckin' same drugs
On the love drugs
On the love drugs
Remember the taste of her lips?
Think of every mistake that you made that erased her from your life
(Your life)
And who gives a fuck what this is?
Cos your touch is electric I fall in the depths of your eyes
Yea
Yea
Yea
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Writer(s): Carlos Neri
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