IRL

Faith Richards

Composición de: Faith Richards
In my head we still fucking
You grab my belt loop, pull me close
So you could touch it
My mind quick to lose
You know that I can't think 'bout nothing

When you're in me
Nothing 'bout it's friendly
We both know what feels good now hurts us in the end and
There's no winning when I want you bad but know that I can't give in

That's why I only see you in my head now
My angels won't let me text ya
I visit my memories instead
Cause in real life to me you're dead
IRL to me you're dead
In real life to me you're dead

Funny how I romanticize it
When really you was lying
I'm more than a side piece
Get up off your high horse

Boy you just a crash course on what not to do, if I wanna find my purpose
And not to blame the world just cause you're nearing your 40's
But can't even scratch the surface
But you sure know what to do with it
What to do with me
Honestly I still miss the D

That's why I only see you in my head now
My angels won't let me text ya
I visit my memories instead
Cause in real life to me you're dead
IRL to me you're dead
In real life to me you're dead
Don't rest in peace motherfucker
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