Letras
Real late, some nights, I still see you
Outside of Soho and still twenty-two
With no heart to lose
I think I've had too much
VERSE 1
Hold up. What's the hold up?
Heart is quite colder
The trick is growing older
Whoops, I thought I told ya
Never guessed I'd ever stress
Bout getting crossed at twenty-three
Whether cries or fairer skies
I stay at two-thousand degrees
Lying right on top of me
That look like - fuck you mean?
Adrift when I'm asleep
I dream what we could be
Think I've had too much This is not as fun
I'm still getting stuck on You're just not the one
HOOK
All the things you don't have to say
VERSE 2
You make me sad
Those feelings you lack
That touching me, teasing me?
Holding me back
Just race to me fast
Keep pace so we last
How I go through life painting outside of the lines
This back and forth it's just your wave
Breaking shit is just your way
Cause your bitches is scandalous
For the sake of lavishness
But go off cause you bad as shit
Run from me in the fastest sense
My demons give me callouses
Guess that's what forming a habit is
Like, girl what happened?
They gone call it plastic
I just need my city boys to show up with that action
While you looking through your phone
Just to set the tone
Not your only love
But your favorite one
HOOK
Thinking things you don't have to say
OUTRO
End up getting drunk
Waiting for the sun
You're just not the same
I'm still not the one
You don't have to say