Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Graham Stiefel
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ayy, rock the counterfeit, thought I had the real thing
Thought I found a fit, I'm not talking Cartier
Hard to see the brighter side when you in the grey, no, no-no
(Uh) guess I got in too deep
Telling myself that she into me
Thought that we were talking on the same page, yeah
But I was burning up an old flame, yeah (no, no, no)
I was checking in, you were checking out, out
I was living it, you were dying out, out
I was shooting my shot
Guess I should have aimed better, oh, no
Yeah, you were missing my calls and I just had to assume
That it just wasn't your fault that you'd be hitting me soon
Baby, I was so naive
(Uh) guess I got in too deep
Telling myself that she into me
Thought that we were talking on the same page, yeah
But I was burning up an old flame, yeah
(Uh) guess I got in too deep
Giving my all but it's still too cheap
Closing all my tabs on the homepage, yeah
Guess we're leaving it a cold case, yeah (oh no)
11:00 a.m. feel the same as a late night
Making up stories in my head like a play write
And it ain't right, I gotta take five
It feel like I been getting stranded on the wayside
New look, renovate, gotta get you anyway
Life giving lemons, I just gotta make lemonade
80 down the interstate, I hate being second place
Thinking 'bout you everyday
(Uh) guess I got in too deep
Telling myself that she into me
Thought that we were talking on the same page, yeah
But I was burning up an old flame, yeah
(Uh) guess I got in too deep
Giving my all but it's still too cheap
Closing all my tabs on the homepage, yeah
Guess we're leaving it a cold case, yeah
Writer(s): Graham Stiefel
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