Cold Hart - imagineigrewuponlongislandwithyou lyrics
Jerick Quilisadio
[Cold Hart - imagineigrewuponlongislandwithyou lyrics]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
On this next road, don't go too slow
Just hold on tight, and pray we don't die
If you take your time then I will take mine
Let's go down port and stare at the shore
Let's go to the witch and see what she does
Runnin' through a field just
Kickin' the dust
Posted at the mall, buyin' Abercrombie
Hangin' in my room
I'm sorry for the laundry
When we go home let's still
Stay on the phone
And talk all night 'til our
Plan runs out of minutes
Let's talk all night 'til our
Plan runs out of minutes
Let's talk all night 'til our
Plan runs out of minutes
It feels like my whole world is ending
'Cause my messages aren't sending
So now I'm screaming in the nighttime
Yelling out your name
Now I'm typing on my keyboard
Tryna hit you up on it
We could go to a show
Then stay up at the diner
We could go to the end of
The road and just lie there
It feels like my whole world is ending
'Cause my messages aren't sending
So now I'm screaming in the nighttime
Yelling out your name
Now I'm typing on my keyboard
Tryna hit you up on it
Can you meet me by the thrift store
I think I'll be dropped off
I just really wanna sit with
You in your green Saab
(Oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, I just really wanna sit with
You in your green Saab
On this next road, don't go too slow
Just hold on tight, and pray we don't die
If you take your time then I will take mine
Let's go down port and stare at the shore
Let's go to the witch and see what she does
Runnin' through a field just
Kickin' the dust
Posted at the mall, buyin' Abercrombie
Hangin' in my room
I'm sorry for the laundry
When we go home let's still
Stay on the phone
And talk all night 'til our
Plan runs out of minutes
Let's talk all night 'til our
Plan runs out of minutes
Let's talk all night 'til our
Plan runs out of minutes
It feels like my whole world is ending
'Cause my messages aren't sending
So now I'm screaming in the nighttime
Yelling out your name
Now I'm typing on my keyboard
Tryna hit you up on it
We could go to a show
Then stay up at the diner
We could go to the end of
The road and just lie there
It feels like my whole world is ending
'Cause my messages aren't sending
So now I'm screaming in the nighttime
Yelling out your name
Now I'm typing on my keyboard
Tryna hit you up on it
Can you meet me by the thrift store
I think I'll be dropped off
I just really wanna sit with
You in your green Saab
(Oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, I just really wanna sit with
You in your green Saab