Lyrics White Lines - James Bambu

No
Stop calling on my phone
I'm too thrown
So go knocking on my door

Come on by
I don't need it
Don't want it coming for me
Pleasure pleasure
Is it worth it?
Don't need it coming for me
Let me stay right here
Oh yeah

Short nights
Street lights
I got it coming for me
Hold tight
Stay up
I think I'm coming for you
I'll take this one chance

Damn I think I wanna come
Place your lingerie on the floor
There's no need to lock your door
White lines
Fast lane
Already headed to you
Red wine
Slow jams
Already headed to you

You said go
Why the hell didn't I say no?
Oh why?
Empty roads
I'd hate for this to go

Real bad
So sad
I think I might not make it
Hold tight
U-turn
In my imagination
I'll take this one chance

Dark nights
Street lights
I got it coming for me
Lost my
Damn mind
I think I might not make it
Fate don't stand a chance

Damn I think I wanna come
Place your lingerie on the floor
There's no need to lock your door
White lines
Fast lane
Already headed to you
Red wine
Slow jams
Already headed to you

Damn I think I wanna come
Place your lingerie on the floor
There's no need to lock your door
White lines
Fast lane
Already headed to you
Red wine
Slow jams
Already headed to you girl

Oh yeah
White lines everybody