Maybe
My mind moves
A thousand miles per hour
There's something
About the shower
I pace my room for hours
Is it yours or is it ours?
I'm here, I'm there
I'm stuck and that's fair
Because nothing lasts forever
Not the clouds or my sadness
Or that sweater
But maybe
Things aren't always how they're set out to be
Is it you or is it me?
Is it really meant to be?
Yeah, well maybe
You could be my baby
These ladies only talk if you
Parking a Mercedes (uhh)
Yeah, well maybe if the planets align
Rely on psychics reading sweat up off my
Palms and I still call divine this
Girl of mine (nah)
Maybe if I hit the gym more
We rolling like skeeball
I wanna beat your highscore cuz
Maybe, your last guy ain't keep it 100
Heard he bluffin no discussion
Is it something you reminisce on?
Barkeep, I need more whiskey fuck a chaser girl
You set me off like Pinball Wizards I hit the laser girl
First date you playing games with my head
I shoot my shot I go akimbo playing
House of The Dead, but
You just been scrolling on Instagram
At least pretend that you give a damn
Nah? Well damn, verdict guilty
That shit hit the fan guess that highscore a killscreen
Ahh let it go, she took my quarters home
Another night alone, Miller soothe my soul on my stereo
Not the clouds or my sadness
Or that sweater, that sweater
Nothing lasts forever
Lasts forever, forever
Not the clouds
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Is it yours or ours?
When I pace my room for hours
And you're nowhere to be found
A thousand miles per hour
There's something
About the shower
I pace my room for hours
Is it yours or is it ours?
I'm here, I'm there
I'm stuck and that's fair
Because nothing lasts forever
Not the clouds or my sadness
Or that sweater
But maybe
Things aren't always how they're set out to be
Is it you or is it me?
Is it really meant to be?
Yeah, well maybe
You could be my baby
These ladies only talk if you
Parking a Mercedes (uhh)
Yeah, well maybe if the planets align
Rely on psychics reading sweat up off my
Palms and I still call divine this
Girl of mine (nah)
Maybe if I hit the gym more
We rolling like skeeball
I wanna beat your highscore cuz
Maybe, your last guy ain't keep it 100
Heard he bluffin no discussion
Is it something you reminisce on?
Barkeep, I need more whiskey fuck a chaser girl
You set me off like Pinball Wizards I hit the laser girl
First date you playing games with my head
I shoot my shot I go akimbo playing
House of The Dead, but
You just been scrolling on Instagram
At least pretend that you give a damn
Nah? Well damn, verdict guilty
That shit hit the fan guess that highscore a killscreen
Ahh let it go, she took my quarters home
Another night alone, Miller soothe my soul on my stereo
Not the clouds or my sadness
Or that sweater, that sweater
Nothing lasts forever
Lasts forever, forever
Not the clouds
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Is it yours or ours?
When I pace my room for hours
And you're nowhere to be found
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Writer(s): Jayd Lopez
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