Nantucket
And then I ended up in Boston, Nantucket
Pouring up tequila man fuck it
If it i ain't the bros then
I can't trust it
If it ain't the wifey I can't love it
Cause I'm stuck in my ways thats the only thing i know
Cup with the rocks when your ass been feeling low
You can't make a wife when she already a hoe
Life moving quick I've been tryna take it slow
Way out and we loading up the wrangler
Malibu the 27 to topanga
Ring a 289 i never answer
On a wave i had to get rid of some anchors
That's weighing me down
Girl my life i know you'd hate to see now
I think that your ex
Should link up with mine
They got so much in common
And then I ended up in Boston, Nantucket
Pouring up some whiskey man fuck it
If it i ain't the bros then I can't trust it
If it ain't the wifey I can't love it
Can't love it
Lighting marlboros just to feel alright
It's an off night
I can tell you've been thinking bout it all night
Girl it's alright
And I need some rooftops and treelines
And I need some oceans and seasides
Waking in the morning fo me time
And they always texting, no reply
I'm giving up on this love thing
It's been one too many girls that i can't fuck with
One too many souls that i can't trust with
And then I ended up in Boston, Nantucket
Pouring up some whiskey man fuck it
If it i ain't the bros then I can't trust it
If it ain't the wifey I can't love it
Can't love it
(Up in Boston)
Pouring up tequila man fuck it
If it i ain't the bros then
I can't trust it
If it ain't the wifey I can't love it
Cause I'm stuck in my ways thats the only thing i know
Cup with the rocks when your ass been feeling low
You can't make a wife when she already a hoe
Life moving quick I've been tryna take it slow
Way out and we loading up the wrangler
Malibu the 27 to topanga
Ring a 289 i never answer
On a wave i had to get rid of some anchors
That's weighing me down
Girl my life i know you'd hate to see now
I think that your ex
Should link up with mine
They got so much in common
And then I ended up in Boston, Nantucket
Pouring up some whiskey man fuck it
If it i ain't the bros then I can't trust it
If it ain't the wifey I can't love it
Can't love it
Lighting marlboros just to feel alright
It's an off night
I can tell you've been thinking bout it all night
Girl it's alright
And I need some rooftops and treelines
And I need some oceans and seasides
Waking in the morning fo me time
And they always texting, no reply
I'm giving up on this love thing
It's been one too many girls that i can't fuck with
One too many souls that i can't trust with
And then I ended up in Boston, Nantucket
Pouring up some whiskey man fuck it
If it i ain't the bros then I can't trust it
If it ain't the wifey I can't love it
Can't love it
(Up in Boston)
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