Tuggin' On My Belt
Blink-182 untitled on the Bluetooth
Getting back to my emo roots who knew
That I'd be feeling this way again obvious
I'll be missing you once again violence
Ain't enough to stop my Stockholm syndrome
Lover's hostage I got no window
Can't see the rain drops, make the pain stop
Falling down just to cuddle where I lay locked
Say you got to go then I say I got asthenia
Leaving me alone again I'm feeling like I'm weak in the knees
Always been an easy target
Had to put a wall around my heart so I could guard it
All of this strength on my body but I harness
All of my weight and then finally get started
Writing down my feelings dear lover here's your letter
I've been lost without you now I pray I stay with you forever
Forever, forever ever, forever ever
I could be like three stacks on your table or your dresser
Of a bunch love letters you could pick through 'em and never ever
See the bottom of 'em cause I'm sending 'em forever
Dancing in the room and I'm feeling myself
Shorty want me to cause she feeling my wealth
Bottle up the pain then I sell it off the shelf
I forgot to get her name now she tugging on my belt
Dancing in the room and I'm feeling myself
Shorty want me to cause she feeling my wealth
Bottle up the pain then I sell it off the shelf
I forgot to get her name now she tugging on my belt
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, (oh yeah) oh yeah, (oh yeah)
Oh yeah, (oh yeah) oh yeah, (oh yeah)
Haha
Uh, (uh) yeah
Tryna' reconnect with all the shit that I have lost
Made a soldier out myself and didn't know the cost
Lost every sense of intuition into love
As I lead myself astray like a crumb under a rug
Alone under stepping stones to home decor
Organizing a house without what it's for
A family, a lover, a ride or die that's in unison
With angels up in heaven who's telling you that when you get in
Their soul is finally full, heartstring I'll pull
On a chest grown swole, so dangerous and I told
You I'll never break, die if you I see you ache
No I ain't a baker but I lose it on your cake
Candle wax drip on that frosted ass
And I'm trying not to blow one wish I ask
When I open up my present want no Christmas cash
Instead gimme my little baby where that thick shit at
Yeah where that thick shit at, yeah where that thick shit at
Yeah where that thick shit at, yeah where that thick shit at
Yeah where that thick shit at, yeah where that thick shit at
Yeah, come on my little baby bring that thick shit back
Dancing in the room and I'm feeling myself
Shorty want me to cause she feeling my wealth
Bottle up the pain then I sell it off the shelf
I forgot to get her name now she tugging on my belt
Dancing in the room and I'm feeling myself
Shorty want me to cause she feeling my wealth
Bottle up the pain then I sell it off the shelf
I forgot to get her name now she tugging on my belt
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, (oh yeah) oh yeah, (oh yeah)
Oh yeah, (oh yeah) oh yeah, (oh yeah)
Haha
Getting back to my emo roots who knew
That I'd be feeling this way again obvious
I'll be missing you once again violence
Ain't enough to stop my Stockholm syndrome
Lover's hostage I got no window
Can't see the rain drops, make the pain stop
Falling down just to cuddle where I lay locked
Say you got to go then I say I got asthenia
Leaving me alone again I'm feeling like I'm weak in the knees
Always been an easy target
Had to put a wall around my heart so I could guard it
All of this strength on my body but I harness
All of my weight and then finally get started
Writing down my feelings dear lover here's your letter
I've been lost without you now I pray I stay with you forever
Forever, forever ever, forever ever
I could be like three stacks on your table or your dresser
Of a bunch love letters you could pick through 'em and never ever
See the bottom of 'em cause I'm sending 'em forever
Dancing in the room and I'm feeling myself
Shorty want me to cause she feeling my wealth
Bottle up the pain then I sell it off the shelf
I forgot to get her name now she tugging on my belt
Dancing in the room and I'm feeling myself
Shorty want me to cause she feeling my wealth
Bottle up the pain then I sell it off the shelf
I forgot to get her name now she tugging on my belt
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, (oh yeah) oh yeah, (oh yeah)
Oh yeah, (oh yeah) oh yeah, (oh yeah)
Haha
Uh, (uh) yeah
Tryna' reconnect with all the shit that I have lost
Made a soldier out myself and didn't know the cost
Lost every sense of intuition into love
As I lead myself astray like a crumb under a rug
Alone under stepping stones to home decor
Organizing a house without what it's for
A family, a lover, a ride or die that's in unison
With angels up in heaven who's telling you that when you get in
Their soul is finally full, heartstring I'll pull
On a chest grown swole, so dangerous and I told
You I'll never break, die if you I see you ache
No I ain't a baker but I lose it on your cake
Candle wax drip on that frosted ass
And I'm trying not to blow one wish I ask
When I open up my present want no Christmas cash
Instead gimme my little baby where that thick shit at
Yeah where that thick shit at, yeah where that thick shit at
Yeah where that thick shit at, yeah where that thick shit at
Yeah where that thick shit at, yeah where that thick shit at
Yeah, come on my little baby bring that thick shit back
Dancing in the room and I'm feeling myself
Shorty want me to cause she feeling my wealth
Bottle up the pain then I sell it off the shelf
I forgot to get her name now she tugging on my belt
Dancing in the room and I'm feeling myself
Shorty want me to cause she feeling my wealth
Bottle up the pain then I sell it off the shelf
I forgot to get her name now she tugging on my belt
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, (oh yeah) oh yeah, (oh yeah)
Oh yeah, (oh yeah) oh yeah, (oh yeah)
Haha
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Writer(s): Aaron Meredith, Donovan Paige
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