Maroon

Bae you're my
City light
City light

I smell like you
You be my boo
My hands be bounded
What can I do
Seem to be royal
Back in my Toyota
Making me comfortable in my suit
Knockin' em knockin' em
Knockin' this boots
Making making making a truce
Newyork, California, new jersey
Oh baby girl
Fuck you
O imma Fomo
I miss that flight but you
Turned me on
I tied your hands
But you lead me on
O no o no no
How could you make me feel right
Yet I'm still unsatisfied
You feel like
High school

Dear ty,
I think you might be help me getting by
I feel alive wise spittin' facts
4 10 ton bad baggage
My pen writes swagger shit
I mere obtain no wreckages
I be wrapping this poem like
5,5 under that happiness
Cant find happiness
Pick up the phone
Fuck
A drink on Sunday night
How can I see a try
A dirty drive
I cannot read up top
There's tongue in my mouth
I can feel a you
Lurkin' my soul
I see you draw your chain in my vein

Hello
Why the fuck you not pickin' up my calls
Tell you all im just dreamin
Its all morgan freeman in my head
Im just kinking
Well i was just thinkin bout you
Im just thinking about you
If im just thinking about you

Bandages I'm not a fuck u but fan of this
I'm not a fan of a runaway
I'm not a fan of a tell a tail
Anyway scavenge this
Scavenge this bitch
Tip of my tear
Runnin' on fear
You just broke up day
I don't want KLPD on my energies
Bandages bandages
I'm not a fan of this
I might got remedies
Remedies
You gonna make me broke boy
Ain't gonna miss you
Make me push back till my curfew
Do I love you but I still do

Not a fan of this
Fan of this
Bandages
Bandages
Bandages
I'm not a fan of this
Bandages
Bandages
Bandages
Bandages

What are you dumb
I LOVE YOU



Credits
Writer(s): Harsh Vyas
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