Lyrics Trip - Adanna Duru

These eyes get sick of him
These eyes, these hands, these walls, these boundaries, these missed opportunities

These eyes get sick of him
These memories, these pains, they run from that name
All boys aren't the same, I seem to have damaged my brain

Every day is wasted
Every day is wasted on the dust that I have tasted
Every day is wasted
Suspicious and abrasive but for you, I will erase it

Baby boy u take me on a trip
Trip
Pick me up, spin me round, dip
Trip

These eyes get sick of him
These eyes, these hands, these walls, these boundaries, these missed opportunities

These eyes get sick of him
These memories, these pains, they run from that name
All boys aren't the same, I've damaged my brain

Every day is wasted
Suspicious and abrasive but for you, I will erase it

Baby boy u take me on a trip
Trip
Pick me up, spin me round, dip
Trip