Lifeline

Lifeline
Shawty think that it's the right time
My type
I see you geekin with the hair dye
Chop a cigarette, she drink the white wine
Now she only text me in the night time
Blacked out
Shawty drinkin til I pass out
How bout
We play pretend, see how we turnout
Put us in a room we'll be the last out
Let's just focus on the future, leave the past out

Wonder what she'd say if I ask now

She got me writing these songs
Is that a burden or a blessing
Now she say I got it all wrong
I tell her baby yea it's how I do confessing
She got me writing these songs
Shawty always keepin me guessing
Now she say I got it all wrong
All wrong
Am I wrong
Am I wrong



Credits
Writer(s): Noa Anthony Wilde
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