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Текст песни Left on Read - Piché



Left on read, 3 days ago my mama made my bed
Haven′t slept in it, now she probably thinks I'm dead
I′m back for maybe five or ten, eat and then I leave again
Kinda wish I spent more time but I got no more time to spend
And I can't sleep, but I'm always feeling tired
And shit but I can′t help it every night I′m getting wired
I'm burnt out, concerned house, girls don′t think I'm worthwhile
Since my habits rotten gotten pretty hard to figure out
Pretty hard to calm down, but never mad I always frown
I maybe say it bit too loud
I′m like a broken record now
Still the same shit, but I'm just a bit more clever now
Still the same Chris, but I′m just inside a different town
Having more fun but I'm making more mistakes
I'm depressed in waves, sometimes I want you all to stay away
Never cause I′m getting baked, at times I think these friends are fake
Jealous since I feel so lame and music never gets me paid
Not bright to text when I can′t walk in a line
But I gotta write these things while they're on my mind
And I know that you hate it, but you help me feel alive
Imma hit you up and I′m embarrassed, I apologize
I'm sorry that you′re great
I'm sorry that you′re fine
I'm sorry that I'm drunk
But I wish that you were mine
I′m sorry that it′s late
And that you got my eye
I'm sorry that I′m dumb
And I wish that you were mine
Left on read, goddamn it happened again
Now I feel so fucking stupid from the mess that I left
I sort of poured my heart out through the misspelled text
But I added some dramatic shit, it hardly made sense
I guess that she don't want me, and I can′t blame her
An art student doing drugs and playing with vapor
Tell her I'll make paper but it′s just coming much later
And I'll have a cool car, but for now I'm driving Mater
I wanna play my rap songs
I hope these folks′ll rap along
Wanna live like Babylon
Uppers make me babble on
I′m like the first kid to get a smart phone and brag a lot
But once you got 7 digits you're the kid to tattle on
I′m tryna make it quiet, nothing like the adderall
If I make it pray that I don't hate it, I′m no vagabond
Feeling like a mastodon
Pompeii ashes pass it on
Wish I was the shit, but I guess I'm just a massive dump
Not bright to text when I can′t walk in a line
But I gotta write these things while they're on my mind
And I know that you hate it, but you help me feel alive
Imma hit you up and I'm embarrassed, I apologize
I′m sorry that you′re great
I'm sorry that you′re fine
I'm sorry that I′m drunk
But I wish that you were mine
I'm sorry that it′s late
And that you got my eye
I'm sorry that I'm dumb
And I wish that you were mine



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