Amnesia
Liam Taylor, Liam Taylor
I'm shy, oh my god
Yeah, Yeah Yeah
I just hopped off of the plane to get on another one
Chanelly shades they all up in my face I ain't looking at anyone
Better be careful when you gon be talking to me I ain't anyone
Imma just rock out the show, and I fuck with the bitch I have plenty fun
Next day, the same thing, all in my lifestyle
You ain't got to be so mad lil bitch why you hostile
Smoking on gelato strain it just like pasta
After everything we been through I don't know how I lost you
Told her we done and take her home
Ain't much longer till we on the phone
That bitch know what I want
Tired of all the games you play
Had two go on replay
I ain't sorry for shit I said, no way
Shit could be over I ain't leave you none
Said imma make it you look at me dumb
My plan unfolding you drop what your doing and run
That shit don't make sense no I don't care
I just hopped off of the plane to get on another one
Chanelly shades they all up in my face I ain't looking at anyone
Better be careful when you gon be talking to me I ain't anyone
Imma just rock out the show, and I fuck with the bitch I have plenty fun
Next day, the same thing, all in my lifestyle
You ain't got to be so mad lil bitch why you hostile
Smoking on gelato strain it just like pasta
After everything we been through I don't know how I lost you
I'm shy, oh my god
Yeah, Yeah Yeah
I just hopped off of the plane to get on another one
Chanelly shades they all up in my face I ain't looking at anyone
Better be careful when you gon be talking to me I ain't anyone
Imma just rock out the show, and I fuck with the bitch I have plenty fun
Next day, the same thing, all in my lifestyle
You ain't got to be so mad lil bitch why you hostile
Smoking on gelato strain it just like pasta
After everything we been through I don't know how I lost you
Told her we done and take her home
Ain't much longer till we on the phone
That bitch know what I want
Tired of all the games you play
Had two go on replay
I ain't sorry for shit I said, no way
Shit could be over I ain't leave you none
Said imma make it you look at me dumb
My plan unfolding you drop what your doing and run
That shit don't make sense no I don't care
I just hopped off of the plane to get on another one
Chanelly shades they all up in my face I ain't looking at anyone
Better be careful when you gon be talking to me I ain't anyone
Imma just rock out the show, and I fuck with the bitch I have plenty fun
Next day, the same thing, all in my lifestyle
You ain't got to be so mad lil bitch why you hostile
Smoking on gelato strain it just like pasta
After everything we been through I don't know how I lost you
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Writer(s): Mark Rubinshteyn
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