paroles de chanson Status Quo - Reece Geller feat. Eric Diamond

Tryna get away
Tryna get away

If I said I missed you I lied
If I said I loved you I tried
She brought the 30 we slide
Hop out the foreign we glide

Maybe we could get back to it
Lose it
I know that we've both been through it
Clueless
Catch me where the stars don't fade
Baby when you calling on my name

If I said I missed you I lied
If I said I loved you I tried
She brought the 30 we slide
Hop out the foreign we glide

Maybe we could get back to it
Lose it
I know that we've both been through it
Clueless
Catch me where the stars don't fade
Baby when you calling on my name

Transaction from the pain
Bitch I feel that
Real raps
I ain't gotta tell u where my heart at,
No cap
Fuck love
I don't want yo fuck love
Fucked up
Bitch u got me fucked up
Bitch u got me fucked up

Ion wanna feel non
I just want that real
Pull off in the benzo
Purple sip
That's how I peel
Fuck love
I don't want yo fuck love
Fucked up
Bitch you got me fucked up
Bitch you got me fucked up

She going through my phone n shit
Seeing who I'm texting with

When I die
Fuck it I'll go to hell
Imma piece of shit
It ain't hard to fucking to tell

Join the 27 club
Shit ain't really adding up

Maybe we could get back to it
Lose it
I know that we've both been through it
Clueless
Catch me where the stars don't fade
Maybe we could get back to it

If I said I missed you I lied
If I said I loved you I tried
She brought the 30 we slide
Hop out the foreign we glide

Maybe we could get back to it
Lose it
I know that we've both been thru it
Clueless
Catch me where the stars don't fade
Baby when you calling on my name

If I said I missed you I lied
If I said I loved you I tried
She brought the 30 we slide
Hop out the foreign we glide

Maybe we could get back to it
Lose it
I know that we've both been thru it
Clueless
Catch me where the stars don't fade
Baby when you calling on my name

Had to get some clarity
Just wait until the parrot sing
Pull up to the club
Got a pair of tings
Pair of wings
The Jeremy Scott's
We taking off
Working off of able -TON
Put her in the louboutin's
Blasting off the adderall

Holy Shit I'm speechless
Like Tyson
Holyfield the reason

Pull up with the 40 and dip
Sipping
Like how we leaning
Why you out here sweating
But It's 30 below
Got ya hands in ya pocket
And your feet in the snow
Stack it up
Pack it up
Rack them fucking rackys up

Why they running up in churches
Wait until the pastor duck
Go ahead and pass the blunt
Maybe roll another one
Got too many sins to cleanse
Never really gave a fuck
I'm the type
To have a type
Maybe that's a typo
Walk-in on a tight rope
Smoking on some hydro
Floating thru the time zone
Turn into a cyclone
Maybe I'm a psycho
Going through the cycles

If I said I missed you I lied
If I said I loved you I tried
She brought the 30 we slide
Hop out the foreign we glide

Maybe we could get back to it
Lose it
I know that we've both been thru it
Clueless
Catch me where the stars don't fade
Baby when you calling on my name

If I said I missed you I lied
If I said I loved you I tried
She brought the 30 we slide
Hop out the foreign we glide

Maybe we could get back to it
Lose it
I know that we've both been thru it
Clueless
Catch me where the stars don't fade
Baby when you calling on my name