The Weekend After

Staring up just to pass the time
Wondering if I crossed the line
Your fault or mine
Let's press rewind
I'm waking up to the summer sun
Taking my days one by one
It's been undone
My head weighs a ton

Compromise
Now I've realized
There's no disguise
Under my demise
Sympathize
Since I'm cutting ties
No rooting for you now the friction's fried

Ooooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Oooh oooh

I need a new aroma so I won't catch the flu
We shoulda, coulda, woulda but now there's nothing to
I need a new aroma so I won't catch the flu
We shoulda, coulda, woulda but now there's nothing to

Compromise
Now I've realized
There's no disguise
Under my demise
Sympathize
Since I'm cutting ties
No rooting for you now the friction's fried

(I destroyed the mic
Now it's time to drop it
Y'know mics are actually meant to be dropped
True pr- True proven fact)



Credits
Writer(s): Luka-antonio Ferraro
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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