Sour Patch Hearts
15 Numbers on my phone, go on a bender alone
If its dont ask, dont tell
15 Numbers on my phone, go on a bender alone
And when it all goes downhill
15 Numbers on my phone, go on a bender alone
Ill keep hold, keep still
15 Numbers on my phone, go on a bender alone
Dont ask for my help, my help
My eyes so close to you
Lord knows that I've been cruel
My eyes so close to you
My eyes so close to you
If its dont ask, dont tell
And when it all goes downhill
Ill keep hold, keep still
Dont ask for my help, my help
My eyes so close to you
Lord knows that I've been cruel
My eyes so close to you
My eyes so close to you
If its dont ask, dont tell
And when it all goes downhill
Ill keep hold, keep still
Dont ask for my help, my help
Paintin my nails, bad bitch feels
Takin my time knowing time aint heal
People aint real, I am not real
Turn the volume up so its fuck how you feel
Fuck how you feel, fuck how you dress
I ain't into god,baby I ain't stressed
I done made a tape so tell me whats next
I aint got no friends so ion expect cheques
It'll take a week cos I been writing in the cold
Riding in the lemon, sour patches on the road
Dreaming I fuck over everybody I have known
Always love no matter many records I have sold
It'll take a week cos I been writing in the cold
Riding in the lemon, sour patches on the road
Dreaming I fuck over everybody I have known
Always love no matter many records I have sold
If its dont ask, dont tell
15 Numbers on my phone, go on a bender alone
And when it all goes downhill
15 Numbers on my phone, go on a bender alone
Ill keep hold, keep still
15 Numbers on my phone, go on a bender alone
Dont ask for my help, my help
My eyes so close to you
Lord knows that I've been cruel
My eyes so close to you
My eyes so close to you
If its dont ask, dont tell
And when it all goes downhill
Ill keep hold, keep still
Dont ask for my help, my help
My eyes so close to you
Lord knows that I've been cruel
My eyes so close to you
My eyes so close to you
If its dont ask, dont tell
And when it all goes downhill
Ill keep hold, keep still
Dont ask for my help, my help
Paintin my nails, bad bitch feels
Takin my time knowing time aint heal
People aint real, I am not real
Turn the volume up so its fuck how you feel
Fuck how you feel, fuck how you dress
I ain't into god,baby I ain't stressed
I done made a tape so tell me whats next
I aint got no friends so ion expect cheques
It'll take a week cos I been writing in the cold
Riding in the lemon, sour patches on the road
Dreaming I fuck over everybody I have known
Always love no matter many records I have sold
It'll take a week cos I been writing in the cold
Riding in the lemon, sour patches on the road
Dreaming I fuck over everybody I have known
Always love no matter many records I have sold
Credits
Writer(s): Imaan Hussain
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