Off Ours

I feel like a rockstar
Yeah

I'm a decoration it's look, no touch
All the memories, you fucked me up
Fucked me up, fucked me up
I feel like the fuckin devil, everything around me hot hot hot
And you not not not
Worth a thought, worth a single fuckin thought thought thought
I don't want you coming back when I'm on top top top

I feel like a rockstar
Blacked out nails and I'm fuckin on a pop star
Back seat cop car, track meet run hard
I was so high off ours
Off ours
I was so high off ours

I was so high off of
So many things, lost count
What's the amount before I lay face down on the ground?
Before I go to rest, arms crossed in the dirt (in the dirt)
In the dirt (in the dirt)
Caught up in the way you rock that mini ass skirt
Never knew the devil could look like her
All these things I never knew
All these memories of you
All the pain that fills my heart because I failed with someone new

I feel like a rockstar
Blacked out nails and I'm fuckin on a pop star
Back seat cop car, track meet run hard
I was so high off ours
Off ours
I was so high off ours

I been so gone
Flying so low
Don't got no hope
Don't trust no one
I been so gone
Flying so low
Don't got no hope
Don't trust no one
All these things I never knew
All these memories of you
All the pain that fills my heart because I failed with someone new

I feel like a rockstar
Blacked out nails and I'm fuckin on a pop star
Back seat cop car, track meet run hard
I was so high off ours
Off ours
I was so high off ours
I feel like a rockstar
Blacked out nails and I'm fuckin on a pop star
Back seat cop car, track meet run hard
I was so high off ours
Off ours
I was so high off ours



Credits
Writer(s): Carter Hamilton
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