Fbt

The pictures never perfect
Cause we're counting on our feelings
And we're standing on the surface looking in
So tell how the fuck can we be friend
You just want to drink and fuck
and leave
Tell me about your feelings
Yea I wearing them on my sleeve
You never meant to hurt me
That's some shit I can't believe
You were baking cookies with a loser I can see
That he's got fuck boy tendencies

In the dead of the night
In the cadi it was black
Not the car it was white
With the pale moon to match
85 to 26
Compton bridge to Howard gap
And I swear ain't nobody checking me

I didn't mean to call you but this ain't a false alarm
Judging by the blood that's been pouring down my arm
Roses, roses, rosy cheeks
I need Jesus and Moses to part this sea so I can
lead my people to the promise land
And honestly deliver me from all my sins because I feel a bender coming on
And I realize that you despise the way I am
But I wish I was the one holding you but now your gone
Alone, yea I love alone
Alone is when I'm at my house sitting on my phone
Swiping left and right trying to find someone to bone
But you don't want to bone
You just want someone to hold like
Touch me squeeze me
Hold me till the break of dawn
Love me need me even though I know it's wrong
Touch me squeeze me
Hold me till the break of dawn
Love me need me even though I know it's wrong

In the dead of the night
In the cadi it was black
Not the car it was white
With the pale moon to watch
85 to 26
Compton bridge to Howard gap
And I swear ain't nobody checking me

I won't let you play the victim
I won't be your center piece
You can be my baby momma
I can be your main squeeze

I won't let you play the victim
I won't be your center piece
You can be my baby momma
I can be your main squeeze

What a slice of jelly I am



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Shirts, Nicholas Horton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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