Apple Picking
I'Il wait for something good
Food for my soul
Trust me, I can wait
Oh, can I wait
If it's good
Good
Mm
You know first impressions
Can leave a longing taste
I'm tryna make him mine
Before I know his name
Never had nobody
To make me feel like this
I'll stay in this bliss, in this bliss
(In this, in this bliss)
Raspberry melodies fill in my heart
Can't think of where I should start
My words
Imperfection usually are
The first
Clue to where you are
I've played the fool before, but now I'm wanting more
If we weren't meant to align, then why
Do them first impressions
Leave such a longing taste
I wanna make this last, I'll do whatever it takes
Never had nobody
To make me feel like this
I'Il stay in this bliss, in this bliss
(In this, in this bliss)
Even if we fail in love this time, I'm safe
I know good things aren't meant to last
They were meant to be had (for a moment)
This could never be borrowed (or stolen)
At the end of the grove
Can you hold me, hold me, hold me close
Oh, them first impressions
Leave such a longing taste
Now that our sweet turned to sour
Our love got devoured, we can
Find a sweet escape
Never had nobody
To make me feel like this
I guess it is what it is, what it is
(End this, end this bliss)
Food for my soul
Trust me, I can wait
Oh, can I wait
If it's good
Good
Mm
You know first impressions
Can leave a longing taste
I'm tryna make him mine
Before I know his name
Never had nobody
To make me feel like this
I'll stay in this bliss, in this bliss
(In this, in this bliss)
Raspberry melodies fill in my heart
Can't think of where I should start
My words
Imperfection usually are
The first
Clue to where you are
I've played the fool before, but now I'm wanting more
If we weren't meant to align, then why
Do them first impressions
Leave such a longing taste
I wanna make this last, I'll do whatever it takes
Never had nobody
To make me feel like this
I'Il stay in this bliss, in this bliss
(In this, in this bliss)
Even if we fail in love this time, I'm safe
I know good things aren't meant to last
They were meant to be had (for a moment)
This could never be borrowed (or stolen)
At the end of the grove
Can you hold me, hold me, hold me close
Oh, them first impressions
Leave such a longing taste
Now that our sweet turned to sour
Our love got devoured, we can
Find a sweet escape
Never had nobody
To make me feel like this
I guess it is what it is, what it is
(End this, end this bliss)
Credits
Writer(s): Josh Grant, Fana Hues
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