CLOSE222U / FOR NEVER
I will be honest, I wasn't devastated
But you could've held my hand through this, baby
Let my mind run underneath warm jets
I run my hands through what's left
But we're getting older, baby
Don't have much longer baby
Why am I preaching?
To this choir, to this atheist
Just like mine versions of these belong to you
After a while
They're keeping me close to you
(Just like me, they long to be
Close to you)
Who told you
To put all of that red on
Sike you know
That's my favorite color
And this your favorite song
Am I wrong
If I fly out rome
And I leave you home
I don't know
I was in my zone
Hunnit million thoughts
Hunnit different models
Hunnit million different type of walks
And bottles and bottles and bottles
Yea you said you love me
You the type to cause me problem
So I had to drop you
Dropped you
We supposed to be
Going for a walk
Shit it's eighty degrees
We supposed to be
Going for a walk
Shit it's eighty degrees
We supposed to be
Going for a walk
Shit it's eighty degrees
And I knew we wouldn't make it far
Can you catch me now I'm a pretty star
What you mean that it's time to go?
You ain't see me yet damn
I'm bout to glow
But you could've held my hand through this, baby
Let my mind run underneath warm jets
I run my hands through what's left
But we're getting older, baby
Don't have much longer baby
Why am I preaching?
To this choir, to this atheist
Just like mine versions of these belong to you
After a while
They're keeping me close to you
(Just like me, they long to be
Close to you)
Who told you
To put all of that red on
Sike you know
That's my favorite color
And this your favorite song
Am I wrong
If I fly out rome
And I leave you home
I don't know
I was in my zone
Hunnit million thoughts
Hunnit different models
Hunnit million different type of walks
And bottles and bottles and bottles
Yea you said you love me
You the type to cause me problem
So I had to drop you
Dropped you
We supposed to be
Going for a walk
Shit it's eighty degrees
We supposed to be
Going for a walk
Shit it's eighty degrees
We supposed to be
Going for a walk
Shit it's eighty degrees
And I knew we wouldn't make it far
Can you catch me now I'm a pretty star
What you mean that it's time to go?
You ain't see me yet damn
I'm bout to glow
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Writer(s): Alexander Eyo
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