Lyrics

You walk in, I lose focus Time flies, but we move slowly I wake up and you hold me You talk down like you know me I look forward to summertimes If it's late, you could spend the night We ain't even real friends, we just move alike We ain't from the same ends, but the finishline Wouldn't break, it might bend, but it's holding tight Top down, yeah I'm whipping Shit ain't been the same since we locked down; No visits Used to wanna act out, for my attention But all we really got now, is God-given And God gave you that brain for a reason Ain't shit done changed but the season Seems to me you've always known What it means to be so close to home, yeah You can't chance it, I'm on the road and You won't answer, I feel alone But we don't need pretend if it's bonafide, yeah You walk in I go dumb inside, yeah You walk in, I lose focus Time flies, but we move slowly I wake up and you hold me You talk down like you know me I look forward to summertimes If it's late, you could spend the night We ain't even real friends, we just move alike We ain't from the same ends, but the finishline Wouldn't break, it might bend, but it's holding tight You said slow it down, where I been? You don't want no strings, no condoning violins I know that it seems like I'm out here wildin' Baby, tell me what you mean when you give me silence 'Cause I know it's tough now, 'cause I can't see ya You keep me shut out so I can't read ya You wanting to come down, but I won't meet up You know when I come 'round that I won't leave ya God gave you that brain for a reason Ain't shit done changed but the season Seems to me you've always known What it means to be so close to home, yeah You can't chance it, I'm on the road and You won't answer, I feel alone But we don't need pretend if its bonafide, yeah When I'm with you, it feel like summertime, yeah You walk in, I lose focus Time flies, but we move slowly I wake up and you hold me You talk down like you know me I look forward to summertimes If it's late, you could spend the night We ain't even real friends, we just move alike We ain't from the same ends, but the finishline Wouldn't break, it might bend, but it's holding tight
Writer(s): Jacob Quintana Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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