Heart Eyes
She got heart eyes
And a perfect mind for a love high
L-l-love high
How you trick me everytime
I missed the speed sign
What's the limit on this road?
I might rewind re-re-rewind
Before I take it too slow
But I don't want to make amends
Bitch I am not your friend
You can keep your damn fantasy
And I don't want to lend you heart again
I'd need more medicine
Before you come and talk to me
But I don't want to make amends
Bitch I am not your friend
You can keep your damn fantasy
And I don't want to lend you heart again
I'd need more medicine
Before you come and talk to me
You put me in
Paralysis
I can tell there's malice in your brain
Give me calluses
Your nails dig into my back and face
You're the loudest when it comes to not letting anyone in your lane
But I think the knife was a bit much
Still I get my prescription filled up
I'm ill, you know that feeling when you feel too much
What's the deal, I crack open a bottle of rum
And down it, cause I like to be numb
But I don't want to make amends
Bitch I am not your friend
You can keep your damn fantasy
And I don't want to lend you heart again
I'd need more medicine
Before you come and talk to me
But I don't want to make amends
Bitch I am not your friend
You can keep your damn fantasy
And I don't want to lend you heart again
I'd need more medicine
Before you come and talk to me
And a perfect mind for a love high
L-l-love high
How you trick me everytime
I missed the speed sign
What's the limit on this road?
I might rewind re-re-rewind
Before I take it too slow
But I don't want to make amends
Bitch I am not your friend
You can keep your damn fantasy
And I don't want to lend you heart again
I'd need more medicine
Before you come and talk to me
But I don't want to make amends
Bitch I am not your friend
You can keep your damn fantasy
And I don't want to lend you heart again
I'd need more medicine
Before you come and talk to me
You put me in
Paralysis
I can tell there's malice in your brain
Give me calluses
Your nails dig into my back and face
You're the loudest when it comes to not letting anyone in your lane
But I think the knife was a bit much
Still I get my prescription filled up
I'm ill, you know that feeling when you feel too much
What's the deal, I crack open a bottle of rum
And down it, cause I like to be numb
But I don't want to make amends
Bitch I am not your friend
You can keep your damn fantasy
And I don't want to lend you heart again
I'd need more medicine
Before you come and talk to me
But I don't want to make amends
Bitch I am not your friend
You can keep your damn fantasy
And I don't want to lend you heart again
I'd need more medicine
Before you come and talk to me
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Writer(s): Chance Beaver
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