Triple 7
Cuts all in my Denim, you left em
Need a triple 7, a blessing
If you get to heaven, you tell em
Maybe let me in too
Baby won't you hear me out
Just tell me that you're there
Tell me that you're there
I just wanna take you out
And show you that I care
Show you that I care
Instead you left me here with nothing
Ima book a flight fuck it maybe go to London
How come all my friends tell me I just gotta stomach
All this fucking pain when I just needed some loving
Some loving
I don't understand, you feel like amphetamines
Fucking with my head every little thing you said to me
Try to fight the pain I mix all kinda shit I'm scared to die
Standing in the rain I'm waiting here like are you really mine?
Cuts all in my Denim, you left em
Need a triple 7, a blessing
If you get to heaven, you tell em
Maybe let me in too
Cause' baby now instead of you on my lips i got a cigarette
Instead of hold me close I'm letting go with nothing left
I know I told you we'd be fine but now I'm scared to death
Cause if we cross that bridge and burn it, i cant hold my breath
I don't understand, you feel like amphetamines
And it's fucking with my head every little thing you said to me
Try to fight the pain, i call you up, with no reply
Standing in the rain like baby are you really mine?
Cuts all in my Denim, you left em
Need a triple 7, a blessing
If you get to heaven, you tell em
Maybe let me in too
Cuts all in my Denim, you left em
Need a triple 7, a blessing
If you get to heaven, you tell em
Maybe let me in too
Need a triple 7, a blessing
If you get to heaven, you tell em
Maybe let me in too
Baby won't you hear me out
Just tell me that you're there
Tell me that you're there
I just wanna take you out
And show you that I care
Show you that I care
Instead you left me here with nothing
Ima book a flight fuck it maybe go to London
How come all my friends tell me I just gotta stomach
All this fucking pain when I just needed some loving
Some loving
I don't understand, you feel like amphetamines
Fucking with my head every little thing you said to me
Try to fight the pain I mix all kinda shit I'm scared to die
Standing in the rain I'm waiting here like are you really mine?
Cuts all in my Denim, you left em
Need a triple 7, a blessing
If you get to heaven, you tell em
Maybe let me in too
Cause' baby now instead of you on my lips i got a cigarette
Instead of hold me close I'm letting go with nothing left
I know I told you we'd be fine but now I'm scared to death
Cause if we cross that bridge and burn it, i cant hold my breath
I don't understand, you feel like amphetamines
And it's fucking with my head every little thing you said to me
Try to fight the pain, i call you up, with no reply
Standing in the rain like baby are you really mine?
Cuts all in my Denim, you left em
Need a triple 7, a blessing
If you get to heaven, you tell em
Maybe let me in too
Cuts all in my Denim, you left em
Need a triple 7, a blessing
If you get to heaven, you tell em
Maybe let me in too
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Writer(s): Ethan Hiroto Christian
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