Intro
Growing up I'd thought I'd be the one to make a difference
Now I got these look a like's and I can't tell the difference
Growing up my I knew my mom could tell that I was different
When I graduated I'm the one that they was missing yeah
Now I never really know know what I'm on
Give me time I can show you what I've been working on when I'm gone
Give me time I can show you I've been stacking up my funds
I'm just tryna prove them wrong, tell me is that so wrong
No one ever really knows, what time I'll be home
I hate doing shows, rather be at home
Heart used to be on my sleeve, now that shits chrome
Fuck I care if you leave, I got here on my own
Call my phone I ignore it
I'm a ghost with skin like I'm Corbin
Pain in my chest its enormous
Done said I can't afford this
I shouldn't have to say this
But I think that your gorgeous
Jose come through like a tourist
Got flowers on the grave like a florist
Ten toes I'm down for this forever
I think about the life that I could've had but I know that this ones better
I said that I should give this up I wish I never said it
When its just me and melodies see that's my favorite setting
Now I never really know know what I'm on
Give me time I can show you what I've been working on when I'm gone
Give me time I can show you I've been stacking up my funds
I'm just tryna prove them wrong, tell me is that so wrong
No one ever really knows, what time I'll be home
I hate doing shows, rather be at home
Heart used to be on my sleeve, now that shits chrome
Fuck I care if you leave, I got here on my own
Now I got these look a like's and I can't tell the difference
Growing up my I knew my mom could tell that I was different
When I graduated I'm the one that they was missing yeah
Now I never really know know what I'm on
Give me time I can show you what I've been working on when I'm gone
Give me time I can show you I've been stacking up my funds
I'm just tryna prove them wrong, tell me is that so wrong
No one ever really knows, what time I'll be home
I hate doing shows, rather be at home
Heart used to be on my sleeve, now that shits chrome
Fuck I care if you leave, I got here on my own
Call my phone I ignore it
I'm a ghost with skin like I'm Corbin
Pain in my chest its enormous
Done said I can't afford this
I shouldn't have to say this
But I think that your gorgeous
Jose come through like a tourist
Got flowers on the grave like a florist
Ten toes I'm down for this forever
I think about the life that I could've had but I know that this ones better
I said that I should give this up I wish I never said it
When its just me and melodies see that's my favorite setting
Now I never really know know what I'm on
Give me time I can show you what I've been working on when I'm gone
Give me time I can show you I've been stacking up my funds
I'm just tryna prove them wrong, tell me is that so wrong
No one ever really knows, what time I'll be home
I hate doing shows, rather be at home
Heart used to be on my sleeve, now that shits chrome
Fuck I care if you leave, I got here on my own
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Fadness
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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