The Afterparty

We on right?
One, two, three, four

Goodbye, to a love once dared
Guns up to my head, one trigger pull he's dead
These closed eyes have seen too much
I pack my bags to go out on a crutch

Goodbye, everyone I'll leave
Please nobody see, the tears keep rolling
I never could be
Oh I never could be

Goodbye, mama you could never see
What was between those sheets
It's never been silk for me
So why am I here?
So why am I here?

Too late, and baby I've got to go
I'm stuck in this rabbit hole
I'm falling infinite

Mama I don't wanna die
But when I do, I know I'm gonna fry



Credits
Writer(s): Couren Bowman
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