Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wes Coulter
Songwriter
Millie Pell
Songwriter
Lyrics
I can't forget or forgive you
Was just going to ask how you been, too
You was having dark thoughts, hope you've been cool
I just want to talk, bae I miss you
Fucked up all my dunks, ran through ten shoes
Daydreaming of nights I would kiss you
I used to smoke one now I kiss two
Yung Pluto so weird, "I don't get you"
Hello
I was just going to ask how you've been doing
I was just going to ask what you've been doing
All your friends telling me who you've been screwing(been screwing)
May I in her ears cause she been through it(been through)
They can't feel you like me, bae I tend to it(tend to)
They ain't moving like me, they won't bend to it(bend to)
Bitch it's cheap when I weep, do like Ben do it(do like Ben do)
I keep my lil smile while pissed through it (pissed too)
Her lips turning purple from bite marks
And my lips turning purple, go die hard(go die)
When you walked in the room I seen bright sparks
But it might be the LSD
Her lips turning purple it's my fault
Cause I bite on her lips till the Skyfall(Skyfall)
Bae I'll ride on your hips till the Skyfall(Skyfall)
I cry through the winter, I don't like fall(I don't like fall)
I was just going to ask if you're ok
Maybe take a lil drive and relocate
Maybe take a lil drive by my old place
Maybe pick up a Dutch and just blow away
We might hit the lil function, or don't bae
Maybe fuck for an hour, then go late
Maybe cut off our friends and go Ghostface
Maybe call up your phone but I won't bae
Hello
I was just going to ask how you been eating
I was just going to ask how you been sleeping(been sleeping)
I was just going to ask what you've been thinking
I hope you're doing well cause I been drinking(been drinking)
And we know how that goes
Nunuh in my throat
Uhuh in my nose
We all lost boys(lost)
We scratch off the pros
Take uppers when low
My hoodies got holes
We all lost boys(lost)
Say we know how that goes, take uppers when low
I take uppers when low, I'm still high though
Remember bumpin' m.A.A.d city on vinyl
Me and pops in the Tahoe, it's vital
Me and Yak in the stu, let's go viral
We like blood, shit for you I would die, bro
Got stabbed in my back, she hit vitals
I'm smoking on dope, ease my mind, bro
Just me and my Dutchington
So it's fuck you I'll cry alone, yeah haha
Writer(s): Millie Pell
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