Lyrics

I'm in Chicago, you in LA But damn it, If you really meant it Then you would be looking for places to stay In the Bodega, say sum' Call me back Getting impatient Tired of chasing you and your girlfriends, babe Just don't make me wait If I come see you babe You better scream my name Fuck you Henry, you're so fucking full of yourself (Fuck you Henry, fuck you Henry) (Girl Crying) Dancing to the beat of my drum This shit gets harder when you gotta get it all on your own I wish it would've went down different We were written in stone Written in stone Mentally been different ever since I went pro I used to dream about the riches and the bitches at shows I made a decision, then I put down my phone I wish I kept you around Cause now the only thing that's missing is your visits Why don't you come closer? Come over, we don't have to tell no one Why don't you come closer? Come over, we don't don't have to tell no one
Writer(s): Henry Cichowski, Nikolas Mark, Gisabella Ava Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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