HOTL
It's so hard to say goodbye
When you're heart is on the line
Baby I'm just tryna lay around with you
Look how you flipped the tables damn you Cold
Always keep yo phone on airplane mode
All them lies you telling is getting old
It's so hard to say goodbye
No matter how hard I'm trying
Holding on to what could've been
Girl I'm holding on so don't let go
Is your heart in it or just 4 show
Old situations let them go
Was the truth really enough to know
It's so hard to say goodbye
No matter how hard I'm trying
Holding on to what could've been
It's so hard to say goodbye
If your heart is on the line
We'll be fine
How can I make it right with you
You know regret it hurts us 2
I wish things could be ok
But you can't see things my way
Learning how to live and Pray Peace comes to us girl some day
Canada goose cuz you played it cold you wrong as fuck
In the trenches it get sticky nobody holdin you up
Niggas just tearing you down nobody wanna show love
Bitches is playin wit switches niggas just wanna sell drugs
I went missin for a minute you never took the step up
Kitchen mitten for the shit I'm cookin it's comin right up
WD-40 on me cuz we loosening up We was down 1 for a minute this 2 in the clutch
When you're heart is on the line
Baby I'm just tryna lay around with you
Look how you flipped the tables damn you Cold
Always keep yo phone on airplane mode
All them lies you telling is getting old
It's so hard to say goodbye
No matter how hard I'm trying
Holding on to what could've been
Girl I'm holding on so don't let go
Is your heart in it or just 4 show
Old situations let them go
Was the truth really enough to know
It's so hard to say goodbye
No matter how hard I'm trying
Holding on to what could've been
It's so hard to say goodbye
If your heart is on the line
We'll be fine
How can I make it right with you
You know regret it hurts us 2
I wish things could be ok
But you can't see things my way
Learning how to live and Pray Peace comes to us girl some day
Canada goose cuz you played it cold you wrong as fuck
In the trenches it get sticky nobody holdin you up
Niggas just tearing you down nobody wanna show love
Bitches is playin wit switches niggas just wanna sell drugs
I went missin for a minute you never took the step up
Kitchen mitten for the shit I'm cookin it's comin right up
WD-40 on me cuz we loosening up We was down 1 for a minute this 2 in the clutch
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Writer(s): Robert Gay
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