95
Okay I'm Recording This for Layth
Don't say anything
I need some power on the drums
Look in your head
Open your mind and see what we do when we lose all control of our actions
I need a distraction
It's way too much action
She, She, She
Running away from me
She, She, She
Wanna love me then leave me be
I'm driving down the interstate
All over the place from the barbiturates
Pedal to medal until rose pedals are falling on my casket
It's too late for me, I blew a gasket
She, She, She
She's a pessimist made [for me
She, She, She
Wanna love me then leave me be
Because I'm driving down the interstate
95 miles per hour
Just to not, have to see your face on that billboard
That billboard
Woah-oh-oh, Woah-oh-Yeah-huh
You don't wanna talk about it at all
Just break through and resolve all the trials that you caused
Am I lost or just faded inside of your makeshift spaceship
Where we fly away from the place where it makes sense
She, She, She
She's a pessimist made for me
She, She, She
Wanna love me then leave me be
You try to come across
Like you're not in disguise
And all I wonder is why
You're fucking up my highs
Because I'm driving down the interstate
95 miles per hour
Just to not, have to see your face on that billboard
That billboard
Woah-oh-oh, Woah-oh-Yeah-huh
95 on the interstate, booking it, I'll never be back to see your face
Everything I play is like the worst trait
Saw it on the first date
Anxious as fuck that I'll break and go to your place
(Layth Laughing)
Don't say anything
I need some power on the drums
Look in your head
Open your mind and see what we do when we lose all control of our actions
I need a distraction
It's way too much action
She, She, She
Running away from me
She, She, She
Wanna love me then leave me be
I'm driving down the interstate
All over the place from the barbiturates
Pedal to medal until rose pedals are falling on my casket
It's too late for me, I blew a gasket
She, She, She
She's a pessimist made [for me
She, She, She
Wanna love me then leave me be
Because I'm driving down the interstate
95 miles per hour
Just to not, have to see your face on that billboard
That billboard
Woah-oh-oh, Woah-oh-Yeah-huh
You don't wanna talk about it at all
Just break through and resolve all the trials that you caused
Am I lost or just faded inside of your makeshift spaceship
Where we fly away from the place where it makes sense
She, She, She
She's a pessimist made for me
She, She, She
Wanna love me then leave me be
You try to come across
Like you're not in disguise
And all I wonder is why
You're fucking up my highs
Because I'm driving down the interstate
95 miles per hour
Just to not, have to see your face on that billboard
That billboard
Woah-oh-oh, Woah-oh-Yeah-huh
95 on the interstate, booking it, I'll never be back to see your face
Everything I play is like the worst trait
Saw it on the first date
Anxious as fuck that I'll break and go to your place
(Layth Laughing)
Credits
Writer(s): Layth Aziz
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