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I'm building up a wall that could never break
Running off
The bridge that keeps burning out
My feet been off of this world lately
And my mind made me
The world keeps on turning
I was always down and on my own
Tryna get up but there's never hope
Never gon be perfect never close
(The world keeps on turning)
Lift me up and bring me to a ten
I been round a four it's never friendly
Least I'm livin with my friends
You'll be ok
We'll be ok
Nothing will change
Nothing's changed
I'll only be a flight away
So on cloudy days
Promise you'll think of me
Baby don't wait too long/
Every day feel like it take too long/
I just wanna sleep all week sometimes/
I just wanna make yo favorite song/
Everyone hittin me like you made it dawg/
Still ain't got money inside my bank or card/
I'm in a place where I couldn't wait too long/
I'm in a race I'm goin against my own/
Can I get high with you, so we can fly away/
I been boxing down the interstate/
I know you love to play dem games/
I'm not tryna get up in the way/
Flowers, fruits, and kale inside the vase/
I can see the hurt inside your face.
You ain't ready for no type of love/
Runaway you wanna run away/
Running off
The bridge that keeps burning out
My feet been off of this world lately
And my mind made me
The world keeps on turning
I was always down and on my own
Tryna get up but there's never hope
Never gon be perfect never close
(The world keeps on turning)
Lift me up and bring me to a ten
I been round a four it's never friendly
Least I'm livin with my friends
You'll be ok
We'll be ok
Nothing will change
Nothing's changed
I'll only be a flight away
So on cloudy days
Promise you'll think of me
Baby don't wait too long/
Every day feel like it take too long/
I just wanna sleep all week sometimes/
I just wanna make yo favorite song/
Everyone hittin me like you made it dawg/
Still ain't got money inside my bank or card/
I'm in a place where I couldn't wait too long/
I'm in a race I'm goin against my own/
Can I get high with you, so we can fly away/
I been boxing down the interstate/
I know you love to play dem games/
I'm not tryna get up in the way/
Flowers, fruits, and kale inside the vase/
I can see the hurt inside your face.
You ain't ready for no type of love/
Runaway you wanna run away/
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Pizano, Gabe Reali, Isaac Pech, Jasper Barros, Joseph Barros, Ryan Raines, Tarrek Abdel-khaliq
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