Pink Whitney
Ask me how I've been and I'll be lying to you
In the summer you won't see me cause I'm dying to move
So I'll tell you what you wanna hear to get you to snooze
And I'll keep myself together like I always do
Tryna make sense of the late night
Vibes we caught we were sleeping over FaceTime
Drunk texts coming through till the daylight
I could never save your life but you save mine
She's sipping on Pink Whitney
Blood dripping it's unsettling
He's sinning she can't feel these notes
Coming out her throat, licking up
Pink Whitney I can't feel things
Life's trippy but so heavenly
I'm swimming but I just can't float
Going comatose, going comatose
I can't hide I'm not surprised
Color outside all these lines
End up in the back of another car dying
Have a heart attack you can see that I'm trying
Tryna make sense of the late night
Vibes we caught we were sleeping over FaceTime
Drunk texts coming through till the daylight
I could never save your life but you save mine
She's sipping on Pink Whitney
Blood dripping it's unsettling
He's sinning she can't feel these notes
Coming out her throat, licking up
Pink Whitney I can't feel things
Life's trippy but so heavenly
I'm swimming but I just can't float
Going comatose, going comatose
In the summer you won't see me cause I'm dying to move
So I'll tell you what you wanna hear to get you to snooze
And I'll keep myself together like I always do
Tryna make sense of the late night
Vibes we caught we were sleeping over FaceTime
Drunk texts coming through till the daylight
I could never save your life but you save mine
She's sipping on Pink Whitney
Blood dripping it's unsettling
He's sinning she can't feel these notes
Coming out her throat, licking up
Pink Whitney I can't feel things
Life's trippy but so heavenly
I'm swimming but I just can't float
Going comatose, going comatose
I can't hide I'm not surprised
Color outside all these lines
End up in the back of another car dying
Have a heart attack you can see that I'm trying
Tryna make sense of the late night
Vibes we caught we were sleeping over FaceTime
Drunk texts coming through till the daylight
I could never save your life but you save mine
She's sipping on Pink Whitney
Blood dripping it's unsettling
He's sinning she can't feel these notes
Coming out her throat, licking up
Pink Whitney I can't feel things
Life's trippy but so heavenly
I'm swimming but I just can't float
Going comatose, going comatose
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Writer(s): Anthony Zarou
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