Distance

Ayyyy
(Like come back to me)

Uh-uh
Uh-uh
Uh-uh mmm
(It goes 1 2 3)
I got 1 2 3 hundreds of bottles (hundreds of bottles)
Hundreds of bottles (yeah)
And they all on the floor

You're crazy like gunners with models (know what I'm saying?)
Drinking hundreds of bottles (probably not)
And probably asking for more
And I don't know
Why we have to drink just to kick it
And I don't know
Why I let you smoke right now
Don't get too
High I know you'll tell me where to stick it
I hope you know that I
Just wanna hold you down, yeah

Well if you let me
We could be set free, baby
All of your tears and all of your fears would go go
You would be empty
Probably forget me
But let me be clear you won't disappear
Oh no
It won't be that easy
You can't pick up where you leave me
I'm getting sick of the deceiving
So I put a flick up on that TV
Channel

1 2 3 Hundreds of bottles
Yeah hundreds of bottles
How'd they end up on the floor ooowoahao
Ah ah ooowoahao oahhhhhh
You're, crazy like gunners with models
Drinking hundreds of bottles
And probably asking for more
And I don't know why we have to drink just to kick it
And I don't know why I let you smoke right now
Don't get too high I know you'll tell me where to stick it
(I can't seem to find you)
I hope you know that I just wanna hold you down, yeah
(Come back to me)

And I don't know why you have to think I'm addicted
And I don't know why I let you joke right now
You got too high this happens every time we kick it
You're always on your mind and never on the ground, yeah
And I only come around cause I

Miss you, I miss you I miss you
I miss you, I miss you I miss you
(You miss me hoe?) I miss you I miss you
(I miss you bitch!) I miss you I miss you

(Ayy said put your motherfucking hands in the) I miss you
(Ay said put your hands in the c'mon
Like one time, one time everybody one time I just)
Miss you, I miss you I miss you I
(Hehehehe ehhhhhhh)



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Writer(s): Jordan Willey, Ryan Joseph Baladez
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