Cranberry
Give me one more chance
I, I might miss it
Almost done texting my exes
Blood stains on the carpet last night
Cus I drank too many spirits and sprites
I got cranberry feelings
That means I'm bitter as fuck
And when she told me she like that
Them tell me I suck
Whats the point if I write back
Im better off out of love
And I'm out of luck again
And I'm fine like that
Imma make a couple hundred bands off that
We going burbs to maybachs
Got me tripping out baby got my mind off track
Pine trees
What I'm underneath
Come and find
I just pick myself up one piece at a time
Sipping tea I like that
Judging by the look of things
I swear she wanna bite back
I just got my rookie ring
He sayin I ain't like that
But if the honey coming round
It's bumblin no I ain't trouble them
Couple karats on my wrist
Cus whats the point in floodin them
She said i never pay attention
Whats the problem then
Guess I'm out of touch
She said you dont call enough
Missing how it was
Sitting in the backseat
Wishing we would never go home
Give me one more chance
I, I might miss it
Almost done texting my exes
Blood stains on the carpet last night
Cus I drank too many spirits and sprites
I got cranberry feelings
That means I'm bitter as fuck
And when she told me she like that
Them tell me I suck
Whats the point if I write back
Im better off out of love
And I'm out of luck again
I, I might miss it
Almost done texting my exes
Blood stains on the carpet last night
Cus I drank too many spirits and sprites
I got cranberry feelings
That means I'm bitter as fuck
And when she told me she like that
Them tell me I suck
Whats the point if I write back
Im better off out of love
And I'm out of luck again
And I'm fine like that
Imma make a couple hundred bands off that
We going burbs to maybachs
Got me tripping out baby got my mind off track
Pine trees
What I'm underneath
Come and find
I just pick myself up one piece at a time
Sipping tea I like that
Judging by the look of things
I swear she wanna bite back
I just got my rookie ring
He sayin I ain't like that
But if the honey coming round
It's bumblin no I ain't trouble them
Couple karats on my wrist
Cus whats the point in floodin them
She said i never pay attention
Whats the problem then
Guess I'm out of touch
She said you dont call enough
Missing how it was
Sitting in the backseat
Wishing we would never go home
Give me one more chance
I, I might miss it
Almost done texting my exes
Blood stains on the carpet last night
Cus I drank too many spirits and sprites
I got cranberry feelings
That means I'm bitter as fuck
And when she told me she like that
Them tell me I suck
Whats the point if I write back
Im better off out of love
And I'm out of luck again
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Writer(s): Tristan Robinett
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