Made it 'bout Halfway down the block, before I, ohp Damn, forgot about my coat Must have dropped it, I had dope In my pocket you can smoke And when you find it, cause I'm nope, not going back And you can go, read my raps i left my note book in the kitchen darling
This the most romantic song I've ever written, sorry First time I met you was in the bathroom at Tristan's party Sex on the toilet felt like sex on the beach But sheesh, I'm 23 years old I shouldn't be this cold
You'll pretend I haven't fucked most of your friends And I'll pretend you haven't chopped up half of mine If you don't judge me I won't slut shame you If you just loved me you could trust me too But here we go again And this the type of song that might come on after dark Put on your boots, roll up a joint, and take a walk in the park And even though I hate you, if you call, I'd probably go and meet you Cause it's after dark and we're some lonely people Only reason, Hope to see ya
After dark, waiting for you
After dark, waiting for you
I think trust should be earned I've got no regrets just some tough lessons learned Bridges burned when (?) I said aw snap when she dropped her bra strap
At first you're kissin me, hips'd be open sesame Next it's a load of misery, pissin me off and testin me Textin me, hoping desperately this'll be just a memory Mystery, what we started with Mess up a simple recipe
She was so fine, so fine We all wanted her Had us in line, in line, like hall monitor Kelly Kapowski to Mark Paul Gousiler Stop and I tend to get lost in her eyes like I was an astronomer Caught looking up at the sky, But i'm not staring over at venus My telescope is my penis I spy some cleavage My laptop, and a kleenex I ask god for a remix Of our love, but I've seen this before And I shut the door