Lyrics Gold Country Lanes - Marjorie -W.C. Sinclair

Gold Country Lanes
Baby let's go hit the bowling alley
Air hockey table in the back break them quarters outs
Nostalgic bout them days
Wish I spent less time tryna work shit out
With you inside my head and lived the moments
That these photos capture
My souls in tatters she's the only one who truly loved me
Shit she did too for different reasons you showed me I'm something
I don't deserve the life I lead they tryna take it from me
But I'm not worried I just hope you don't believe the fuckery
Wasn't a person back then baby I cu see that now
They say time heals everything but I'm bleeding out
But I hid the cuts on my hands at your parent's house
Thinking why the fuck did I do this I'm embarrassed now
All them dates at little farm were so damn photogenic
Cold-hearted tryna recreate those times with someone else
I ain't mind San Jose
But Sutter Creek made for the kinds of memories
I'll replay forever in my head when I lay on my deathbed

Love me love me not I miss that motivated feeling
Sumn in the water or the air girl I could feel it
Intimidated by her got me staring at the ceiling
Tearing off her thong said take control and make me live
Pealing off the lot that Maserati way of living
Baby broken like a heart she told me all of her was missing
But just dealing with the thought
Of losing you had stopped me feeling
Like I'm living for the arts and wanna take back something simple
Wasn't touring now I'm popping off in European city's
Could you love me from afar we never thought about the distance
Was a mission like impossible involvement caused a sickness
That would kill'em all so softly
They an author not the mention
Such a sexy goddess pussy got me in my feelings
Haven't even felt it all was too damn on off that whiskey
Wine and pitcher of Asahi Adderall was overthinking
Everything move felt so damn awkward
All it took was just once sentence