Letras
We going eighty down the highway 'cause we ain't late yet
If we make it there we sure as hell ain't safe yet
Just close your eyes and you can feel the bass hit
'Cause basically we been fucked since we first said
"I love you"
Three years, Three-peat
Music meant a lot so I burnt it on that CD
Songs said I love you, but you could never see me
Fuck, she was busy fucking, I was in a rush
Or something (Something)
Tryna be an emcee, she had me McLovin
I was Superbad, treat her like my girl, she ain't used to that
I said I used to rap
I was using google maps
Tryna make it back to your home, home
Now I got my old shit back
And I'm still tryna tap in your phone, phone
Yeah my screens still cracked
But I'm still tryna tap in your phone
Now I got that google maps up
Which is the road to your home?
I dream sunshine, entourages
Singing sweet, soft melodies, head massages
Like finally got a house, whole garage shit
You make life make sense when you stick around, yeah
I hope you missing me
Every chance you get I hope you think of me
Everywhere you walk I hope theres scents of me, yeah
I hope theres scents of me
That silent treatment gets too loud (Yeah)
I'd rather you not stick around
Left hook and I'm down for the count (K-O)
And you told me that we wasnt fighting
So we doing eighty down the highway
Hoping I can pay my rent by Friday
If it don't go your way then its my way
And I hope that we keeping it cool
School's out we seventeen now
(ain't shit sweet)
Ride the bus from my house to your house
I just wish I could've seen her
(ain't shit sweet)
One more time 'fore she up and she bounced
I just had to be a hopeless romantic
When I said it i meant it, I was down
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sent a text and she read it