Cold War

I like good girls
But dumb ones just want me more

They try to beat me
But my strength is built deep in ashore

They say stay low
I stand tall it fits my stature more

She gone come at me because I know that she gone want me more
Then sure enough,
She had me pin her down like I'm Randy Orton

Then she asked for love
She got on her knees
She got on all fours

She wants to be honest
But too good at lying she does what fits her more

I'm trying my best
But I can attest
I look better in a morgue

I've been trapped inside the dark, so please just close the door

I felt washed up felt it for years
That's why my names Ashore
Or maybe I can be your happy place
When I'm okay once more

But that's only on Friday when money hits
Then I go back to snore
Do you feel these words?
All the way down deep, in your core?
And when you look inside my past it's like dumb bitches galore
And when this album finally ends will you want an encore
Two wrongs don't make a right your loves like a Cold War

I did my best to make it right
It wasn't called for
I swear to you what I did made since but you left me at a grave
I stared at his body the cold didn't matter
And neither did the rain
You said that you cried
You did it for hours
But you didn't feel this pain

But still did I love you
I gave you my all, tell me could you say the same.
In catacombs, I'm back at home, these skeletons show my shame
No love to boast no one to love no one to fucking claim
I'd give my all to who loves me most an unrelenting flame

But know I am broken
I feel like an option
my hobby a word game
I stare inside of my own life through a broken window frame

You tarnished our lives
You ruined it all
I hate this family name

You act like my love can be played around
This isn't a fucking game
They call me ashore
Some call me shore baby
Don't say any other name

I tell you you're perfect
But know I can't stand the person that you became
You live like a zombie you smoke all your problems do you not have any shame
You point all the fingers
You don't have a reason
You just like to point the blame
I'm grabbing the 40 I'm takin a shot
Pray it goes into my brain
I'm missing you Joel I hate that you died
Deep in vain
I spend my time working on music
It keeps my mind sustained
I can't see my homies because of the past
These people are just mundane
I'd say some hateful shit but I just try and refrain
Cause I don't wanna feel like max and bring the fucking Payne
And If I told you that I love you would you say the same



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Bucchi
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