BURNING MY SKIN

Understand I done still love you
Just understand I done still love you
I'm outside, still awaitin' your presence
Now the porch lights burnin' my skin
Sun falls and I'm desperate
Right now, I think it's evident
I'm like twenty-five away from your residence
I might spin yo' block and spin this shit again
Neighbors lookin' at me like a weirdo

Ran up twenty-thousand under two weeks
Watch me blow it all in under two days
But it's alright, I'll make it back one day
I need a reboot, I feel drained, I'll tell you when I'm feelin' okay
Debit card maxed, what's next? My Wells Fargo balance in the red
My Chase account just bounced another check
It's funny how I never even check
Now Vegas soundin' like the holy grail
I'll take a five and surely make it to a ten
Nine times, maybe out of ten, I'll end up at the MGM sinnin'
Blacked out, ceilin' still spinnin'
And I'm still tryna sleep, the maids keep knockin'
Askin' where the nearest ATM is
It's early in the mornin', birds flockin'

Like, hmm-mhm-mhm, I'm okay, don't worry 'bout me
Hmm-mhm-mhm, the world still gon' spin without me
Mmm-ah, I'm all good, don't worry 'bout me
Hmm-mhm-mhm, I'm okay, don't worry 'bout me

Understand I done still love you
Just understand I done still love you
I'm outside, still awaitin' your presence
Now the porch lights burnin' my skin
Sun falls and I'm desperate
Right now, I think it's evident
I'm like twenty-five away from your residence
I might spin yo' block and spin this shit again
Neighbors lookin' at me like a weirdo

Debit card maxed, what's next? My Wells Fargo balance in the red
My Chase account just bounced another check
It's funny how I never even check
Now Vegas soundin' like the holy grail
I'll take a five and surely make it to a ten
Nine times, maybe out of ten, I'll end up at the MGM sinnin'
Blacked out, ceilin' still spinnin'
And I'm still tryna sleep, the maids keep knockin'
Askin' where the nearest ATM is
It's early in the mornin', birds flockin'

Would you just tell me, baby
If I'm on the edge and I'm movin' out of pocket?
My funds runnin' low, my ego burn a deeper hole in my pocket
Now the blackjack dealer's
Lookin' at me like I really need to stop it
But I'm tryna flex on 'em, I'm too far-far gone
I'm runnin' out of options

Like, hmm-mhm-mhm, I'm okay, don't worry 'bout me
Hmm-mhm-mhm, the world still gon' spin without me
Mmm-ah, I'm all good, don't worry 'bout me
Hmm-mhm-mhm, I'm okay, don't worry 'bout me (Ooh-ooh-ooh)



Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Crotinger, Daijon Davis, Matthew Wiggers, Harry Connolly, Steven Philip Shaeffer
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