Bleeding
Stop with your calling you gon' make me throw my phone
And I don't ever answer 'cause I love to be alone
And I know what you want is to hang on to my shirt
You should pour some more 'cause you know this is gon' hurt
All these things I say have a reason
Don't say shit if you don't mean it
You touching on me like you fiending
You looking at me like I'm bleeding
Looking at me like I'm bleeding
Shits bittersweet but it starts with a feeling, yeah
Going hard through the weekend
And don't hit my phone unless you coming with a reason
Why these nights so vivid
My head so twisted
While time keeps ticking the same
The script keeps flipping
My lies been written but
Figured that I'd turn the page
With my eyes closed
Been walking on a tight rope in my brain
Wonder if I ride slow
We could make that bullshit fade away, aye
And who am I to think, last week I blinked
I rather save that shit for the birds
Been losing myself I need another drink
Can hardly really ever find the words
But it's all on me
Too much liquor and weed
Got me searching for meaning now
Enough of rocking these tees
Sick of staying low key
Wonder why I'm just fiending now
Aye
Stop with your calling you gon' make me throw my phone
And I don't ever answer 'cause I love to be alone
And I know what you want is to hang on to my shirt
You should pour some more 'cause you know this is gon' hurt
All these things I say have a reason
Don't say shit if you don't mean it
You touching on me like you fiending
You looking at me like I'm bleeding
And I don't ever answer 'cause I love to be alone
And I know what you want is to hang on to my shirt
You should pour some more 'cause you know this is gon' hurt
All these things I say have a reason
Don't say shit if you don't mean it
You touching on me like you fiending
You looking at me like I'm bleeding
Looking at me like I'm bleeding
Shits bittersweet but it starts with a feeling, yeah
Going hard through the weekend
And don't hit my phone unless you coming with a reason
Why these nights so vivid
My head so twisted
While time keeps ticking the same
The script keeps flipping
My lies been written but
Figured that I'd turn the page
With my eyes closed
Been walking on a tight rope in my brain
Wonder if I ride slow
We could make that bullshit fade away, aye
And who am I to think, last week I blinked
I rather save that shit for the birds
Been losing myself I need another drink
Can hardly really ever find the words
But it's all on me
Too much liquor and weed
Got me searching for meaning now
Enough of rocking these tees
Sick of staying low key
Wonder why I'm just fiending now
Aye
Stop with your calling you gon' make me throw my phone
And I don't ever answer 'cause I love to be alone
And I know what you want is to hang on to my shirt
You should pour some more 'cause you know this is gon' hurt
All these things I say have a reason
Don't say shit if you don't mean it
You touching on me like you fiending
You looking at me like I'm bleeding
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Gammell
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