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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Richard Reid
James Richard Reid
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ricko
ricko
Engineer
KFerno
KFerno
Producer
shynemoonlight
shynemoonlight
Producer
The Nights
The Nights
Producer

Lyrics

KFerno Nights Oh my god Moon! Yeah I'm guessing that time we spent was all just a waste I'm guessing that life we lived felt real not knowing it's fake Come up with promises, lies and facts they all feel the same If I could just stop, close my eyes Let go of the pain Downing all these bottles Enough to forget? Nah, phone in my hand I'm ready to call I got no regrets I went in thinking its green All in I landed on red Ten to one of getting you back I got nothing left I see you around I see you in person Bought all your things You carrying round You clutching em purses Outta my league But fuck it I'm sick of observing Carry yourself so strong Don't know when you're hurting I want you all to myself And nobody else High value woman Thinking of your health Margiela on your body Rocking runway fits All types of attraction Take control of it But where do we go? Been on my mind so long I think I lost my scope Go tell your friends Hitting you right from the back Call you again Yeah I'm guessing that time we spent was all just a waste I'm guessing that life we lived felt real not knowing it's fake Come up with promises, lies and facts They all feel the same If I could just stop, close my eyes Let go of the pain Downing all these bottles Enough to forget? Nah, phone in my hand I'm ready to call I got no regrets I went in thinking its green All in I landed on red Ten to one of getting you back I got nothing left Lucifer Telling all my friends Lay off that syrup I'mma rock out shows Spit one verse Putting all these pills To the curb
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