Further

I'm sittin' here
Waitin' for a van to come
Your wheels are high
But it will never drive me home

I even got
No bread for my daily meal
No, i'm not
I'm living in a black white, dear

You leave me there with your high heel song
Then I sing you to sleep but your eyes are wide open

Television screen
Makes me wanna jump over it
You shoes are smell
It doesn't sound like it was before

It's a long journey, I play it on repeat
There's a song from the son of the New Orleans, oh, no



Credits
Writer(s): Agung Firdaus, Alghifari Agra, Alief Agustiana, Reyhan Gyanie
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