Strangers In The House (feat. Soran)
Strangers in the house, weird ass energy
The cat really wasn't 'bout it, and Miko went to sleep
Im in over my head, but there's just something sweet
About not knowing where it's headed, It's nothing really deep
I'm tired of writing love songs,
I'm getting careless with these feelings
And I've never wasted more than a phone call trying to solve it
You said that it rubbed off on you, but in what kind of way
And I won't waste my time no more trying to make it.
Horoscope-driven, chart-reading-ass shortie,
I love me Scorpio moon-ass shortie I
Could get cocky, then pretty, then cockier
Long dick stretch 'bout twenty, 'bout forty yards
Shitload of mini-mes, I'm full of myself
Running late, but I still get ahead of myself
No fake shit, fully organic myself
Full face-lift, why are you afraid of yourself I
I'm tired of writing love songs,
I'm getting careless with these feelings
And I've never wasted more than a phone call trying to solve it
You said that it rubbed off on you, but in what kind of way
And I won't waste my time no more trying to make it up to you
Make it up to you, make it up to you
Ooh I gotta make it up, make it up
Make it up to you, make it up to you
Make it up to
Who I gotta make it up, make it up
Make it up to you
(where you at?)
Your word against mine again, getting nowhere again
Calling it quits then going to bed, wake up and
Think about what you said, clean up the mess I made
Can't keep playing this game for long
One minute you answer, the next, You don't
Tell me "Do whatever" but I guess I won't
Trying to get better, but something's wrong
Can't keep playing this game for long
One minute you answer, the next, You don't
Tell me "Do whatever" but I guess I won't
Trying to get better, but something's wrong
Can't keep playing this game for long
I'm tired of writing love songs,
I'm getting careless with these feelings
And I've never wasted more than a phone call trying to solve it
You said that it rubbed off on you, but in what kind of way
And I won't waste my time no more trying to make it up to you
Make it up to you, make it up to you
Ooh I gotta make it up, make it up
Make it up to you, make it up to you
Make it up to
Who I gotta make it up, make it up
Make it up to you
(Where you at?)
The cat really wasn't 'bout it, and Miko went to sleep
Im in over my head, but there's just something sweet
About not knowing where it's headed, It's nothing really deep
I'm tired of writing love songs,
I'm getting careless with these feelings
And I've never wasted more than a phone call trying to solve it
You said that it rubbed off on you, but in what kind of way
And I won't waste my time no more trying to make it.
Horoscope-driven, chart-reading-ass shortie,
I love me Scorpio moon-ass shortie I
Could get cocky, then pretty, then cockier
Long dick stretch 'bout twenty, 'bout forty yards
Shitload of mini-mes, I'm full of myself
Running late, but I still get ahead of myself
No fake shit, fully organic myself
Full face-lift, why are you afraid of yourself I
I'm tired of writing love songs,
I'm getting careless with these feelings
And I've never wasted more than a phone call trying to solve it
You said that it rubbed off on you, but in what kind of way
And I won't waste my time no more trying to make it up to you
Make it up to you, make it up to you
Ooh I gotta make it up, make it up
Make it up to you, make it up to you
Make it up to
Who I gotta make it up, make it up
Make it up to you
(where you at?)
Your word against mine again, getting nowhere again
Calling it quits then going to bed, wake up and
Think about what you said, clean up the mess I made
Can't keep playing this game for long
One minute you answer, the next, You don't
Tell me "Do whatever" but I guess I won't
Trying to get better, but something's wrong
Can't keep playing this game for long
One minute you answer, the next, You don't
Tell me "Do whatever" but I guess I won't
Trying to get better, but something's wrong
Can't keep playing this game for long
I'm tired of writing love songs,
I'm getting careless with these feelings
And I've never wasted more than a phone call trying to solve it
You said that it rubbed off on you, but in what kind of way
And I won't waste my time no more trying to make it up to you
Make it up to you, make it up to you
Ooh I gotta make it up, make it up
Make it up to you, make it up to you
Make it up to
Who I gotta make it up, make it up
Make it up to you
(Where you at?)
Credits
Writer(s): Soran Dussaigne, Zacharie Morier-gxoyiya, Michael Simard
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