Nights, Rough

On nights that you're gone
Don't end up sleeping at all
I'm feeling sick to my stomach
I keep having withdrawals
I feel it
I toss and turn
My head and back to the wall
Sometimes I wait by the phone
Hoping for texts or a call
Or neither

Keeping it low
Like always tryna save some face
Moving like that no wonder you
Just run in place (na na na na)
If I called tonight
Would you let me stay at your place? (Like I don't know)
Like I can't just simply replace ya
But I avoid tough conversations
I'm stuck on the port, on the bay yeah
She freaky, yeah she like to taste it
I smoke marijuana
I face it
Like Blunt after blunt
I'm complacent
Sometimes I think that I live dangerous
I know that you'd rather I change it, yeah

On nights that you're gone
Don't end up sleeping at all
I'm feeling sick to my stomach
I keep having withdrawals
I feel it
I toss and turn
My head and back to the wall
Sometimes I wait by the phone
Hoping for texts or a call
Or neither
Nothing at all
I don't feel nothing at all
I don't feel nothing at all
Nothing at all
I don't feel nothing at all
I won't feel nothing at all
After this



Credits
Writer(s): Felix Deglane
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