Testo 123
Testo 123
I'm sorry, I know that you were hopin'
To break something already broken
Guess you make it a chance
Cause in these days, I'm wasting your time
And by the way, you're a shitty dancer
I don't wanna say I love you
Cause that's a little that a lot of cliché taboo Eye to eye, got me high
Trippin' over my shoes
On the concrete, got me sick like the flu
Down for the count like 1, 2, 3
Everybody's falling in it, everybody but me
Wait a minute, wait a minute
I got somewhere to bе
On the concrete, running causе I'm out of your league
I, I just wanna mess up what we have, had
Maybe you should listen to my dad, dad
Stop pouting these days, you know it won't last
Leave the past in the past, it's the past, bitch
Don't call me, we've already spoken
Think you can fix me, are you joking?
Down for the count like 1, 2, 3
That's a little, that's a lot, too much for me
Kinda thoughts on myself like "you plus me"
On the sidewalk, uh, that'd be something to see
I was looking at my phone, are you on your way?
If you wanna book me boy, call CAA
I move on fast, I don't really wanna play
Get out of my way, get out of my way
I, I just wanna mess up what we have, had
Maybe you should listen to my dad, dad
Stop pouting these days, you know it won't last
Leave the past in the past, it's the past
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
I, stop pouting these days, you know it won't last
Leave the past in the past, it's the past
To break something already broken
Guess you make it a chance
Cause in these days, I'm wasting your time
And by the way, you're a shitty dancer
I don't wanna say I love you
Cause that's a little that a lot of cliché taboo Eye to eye, got me high
Trippin' over my shoes
On the concrete, got me sick like the flu
Down for the count like 1, 2, 3
Everybody's falling in it, everybody but me
Wait a minute, wait a minute
I got somewhere to bе
On the concrete, running causе I'm out of your league
I, I just wanna mess up what we have, had
Maybe you should listen to my dad, dad
Stop pouting these days, you know it won't last
Leave the past in the past, it's the past, bitch
Don't call me, we've already spoken
Think you can fix me, are you joking?
Down for the count like 1, 2, 3
That's a little, that's a lot, too much for me
Kinda thoughts on myself like "you plus me"
On the sidewalk, uh, that'd be something to see
I was looking at my phone, are you on your way?
If you wanna book me boy, call CAA
I move on fast, I don't really wanna play
Get out of my way, get out of my way
I, I just wanna mess up what we have, had
Maybe you should listen to my dad, dad
Stop pouting these days, you know it won't last
Leave the past in the past, it's the past
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
I, stop pouting these days, you know it won't last
Leave the past in the past, it's the past
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