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yung van - 9th grade ft. skele (prod. Irby)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
yung van
yung van
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
irby
irby
Songwriter
Evan Angstrom
Evan Angstrom
Songwriter
Mitchel Kinkade
Mitchel Kinkade
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
irby
irby
Producer

Lyrics

I cry when I think of you I get so emotional, I swear I've never felt this way I only feel this way for you I'd make sacrifices just to make sure you're okay Now I can't go to sleep unless you say goodnight Every morning, you're the first thing on my mind Throughout the day, I'll be thinking 'bout you all the time I could spend the afternoon staring into your eyes With me, you don't need to worry 'bout if you're perfect I'll always think you're perfect, there's nothing that can change my mind I've never been down this road I'm not afraid 'cause I'm not going alone I wanna put us on a t-shirt And kiss you in the bleachers While listening to Rascal Flatts blasting through the speakers We'll act like we're in 9th grade I'll sneak out of my mom's place And text you when I'm at your house to meet me in the driveway I wanna put us on a t-shirt And kiss you in the bleachers While listening to Rascal Flatts blasting through the speakers We'll act like we're in 9th grade I'll sneak out of my mom's place And text you when I'm at your house to meet me in the driveway I know, baby, there's nobody else So close to you right here, I can tell I won't let go, I won't I feel it, I can't do it myself Baby, you're saving me I feel like it's make-believe You feel safe to me Holding me like a movie scene Baby, you're brave to me Right here when I fall asleep Falling so easily Falling so easily I wanna put us on a t-shirt And kiss you in the bleachers While listening to Rascal Flatts blasting through the speakers We'll act like we're in 9th grade I'll sneak out of my mom's place And text you when I'm at your house to meet me in the driveway I wanna put us on a t-shirt And kiss you in the bleachers While listening to Rascal Flatts blasting through the speakers We'll act like we're in 9th grade I'll sneak out of my mom's place And text you when I'm at your house to meet me in the driveway Irby
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