Red Fumes

Old loves, fade into the static of a paystub
Hopeless romantic but ima wait up
Before I drift away, oh, wont you hit me up

Bad news, the guy you thought you'd marry went and left you
Fortunate that you can hide in red fumes
Before I drift away, oh, wont you hit me up

Good times, saw you in the bathroom last night
Fingers through your hair as you cried
Fingers in your mouth in due time
Doesn't even matter to me
Couldn't give a fuck about a party
Starved for affection you know I'm weak

Red fumes, from my mouth my insides are to abuse
Use me like I use you baby, it's true
Finally I have my way and you lose
I promise you'll never find me



Credits
Writer(s): Anna Akopyan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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