Donovan Melero, Andrés, Kurt Travis - Multiverse, Pt. 2 lyrics
[Donovan Melero, Andrés, Kurt Travis - Multiverse, Pt. 2 lyrics]
I got a bottle of OJ and Tito's at my crib
Maybe you come and we hash out
The things that we said
I think there's not a better time
We've been quarantined for some time
And it's got me thinking if
The world's gonna end
'Cause lately I'm dreaming about you
And we're more than friends
They range from us dancing real close
To you catching me with them hoes
I'd warn you empty White
Claws and crusty socks, riddle the floor
But seeing you reminds me of
When things were more simple
Sometimes I wish I caught you, my bad
I fumbled
That's just the way the cookie crumbles
Sometimes I don't want sex
I just wanna cuddle
That's just the way the cookie crumbles
I got some weed in a bowl to blaze
There's OG at my crib
Maybe you come around and map out
The things that we planned
I'm thinking there's no better time
For three weeks I've been staying inside
It feels like it's doomsday and
The world's gonna end
I'm sleeping in lately and dreaming of
Girls that used to date me
I'm sorry I've got no control
Subconscious thoughts, I hate them all
And I bought you Chanel matching jewelry
That you threw on the floor
"Casa, amigo, shots, tequila" nights
They were so simple
Sometimes I wish I caught you, my bad
I fumbled
That's just the way the cookie crumbles
Sometimes I think about the
Past and I stumble
That's just the way the cookie crumbles
I don't mind if you don't write back
I'll give it five, then it's on to the next
I want you here, but I won't try too hard
I might not commit to stay six feet apart
I don't care if you bring your wine
I won't drink, but I swear I don't mind
You'll get all tipsy and try to be tough
I'll act indifferent, but can't get enough
Sometimes I wish I caught you, my bad
I fumbled (Fumbled)
That's just the way the cookie crumbles
(Crumbles) sometimes I don't want sex
I just want your number
So I can message you but never respond
Maybe you come and we hash out
The things that we said
I think there's not a better time
We've been quarantined for some time
And it's got me thinking if
The world's gonna end
'Cause lately I'm dreaming about you
And we're more than friends
They range from us dancing real close
To you catching me with them hoes
I'd warn you empty White
Claws and crusty socks, riddle the floor
But seeing you reminds me of
When things were more simple
Sometimes I wish I caught you, my bad
I fumbled
That's just the way the cookie crumbles
Sometimes I don't want sex
I just wanna cuddle
That's just the way the cookie crumbles
I got some weed in a bowl to blaze
There's OG at my crib
Maybe you come around and map out
The things that we planned
I'm thinking there's no better time
For three weeks I've been staying inside
It feels like it's doomsday and
The world's gonna end
I'm sleeping in lately and dreaming of
Girls that used to date me
I'm sorry I've got no control
Subconscious thoughts, I hate them all
And I bought you Chanel matching jewelry
That you threw on the floor
"Casa, amigo, shots, tequila" nights
They were so simple
Sometimes I wish I caught you, my bad
I fumbled
That's just the way the cookie crumbles
Sometimes I think about the
Past and I stumble
That's just the way the cookie crumbles
I don't mind if you don't write back
I'll give it five, then it's on to the next
I want you here, but I won't try too hard
I might not commit to stay six feet apart
I don't care if you bring your wine
I won't drink, but I swear I don't mind
You'll get all tipsy and try to be tough
I'll act indifferent, but can't get enough
Sometimes I wish I caught you, my bad
I fumbled (Fumbled)
That's just the way the cookie crumbles
(Crumbles) sometimes I don't want sex
I just want your number
So I can message you but never respond