Guardin, convolk - bluebird lyrics
guardin [Nicholas Jordan Kerr-Carpenter]
[Guardin, convolk - bluebird lyrics]
Ayy, remember feelin' low on luck
But now I'm up and bitches wanna fuck
And no one used to want to talk
But now they walkin' up to say "Wassup?"
But I just wanna be alone
I just wanna make it on my own
Yeah, yeah, you know how it go
You know how that story gonna go
Ayy, this is how it goes bottle of Patrón
Seven-gram blunt and I cannot feel my toes
I'm so fuckin' faded
Can't believe that I'ma make it on my own
Traded everything I've got just to
Get up on that road i gotta go
Run from the shit that I'm feeling
Higher than the motherfuckin' ceiling
What do you find so appealing?
I'm just a kid that's been dealing
With a lot of problems in his head
And sometimes I just sleep until I
Feel like I am dead
Rather sit inside my room
And reminisce about what you said
I'ma love you 'til the end of it
Can't start over again
Fuck the two hundred-fifty-six miles from
And to your bed
You're alive inside my mind so I'll
Just talk to that instead, yeah
I'm doomed, no, for real, I'm doomed
I've been trapped inside my mind
Smoking, listening to Flume
But I'm hopeful, as my
Postal code is digit's, coming soon
Until then, I'ma kick it on the moon
Faded like a fuckin' goon
Remember feelin' low on luck
But now I'm up and bitches wanna fuck
(yeah, bitches wanna fuck)
And no one used to want to talk
But now they walkin' up to say "Wassup?"
(yeah, they sayin' "Wassup?")
But I just wanna be alone
I just wanna make it on my own
(I'ma make it on my own)
Yeah, yeah, you know how it go
You know how that story gonna go
Remember feelin' low on luck
But now I'm up and bitches wanna fuck
(yeah, bitches wanna fuck)
And no one used to want to talk
But now they walkin' up to say "Wassup?"
(yeah, they walk and say "Wassup?")
But I just wanna be alone
I just wanna make it on my own
(I'ma make it on my own)
Yeah, yeah, you know how it go
You know how that story gonna go
(yeah, you know how it goes, yeah, ayy)
But now I'm up and bitches wanna fuck
And no one used to want to talk
But now they walkin' up to say "Wassup?"
But I just wanna be alone
I just wanna make it on my own
Yeah, yeah, you know how it go
You know how that story gonna go
Ayy, this is how it goes bottle of Patrón
Seven-gram blunt and I cannot feel my toes
I'm so fuckin' faded
Can't believe that I'ma make it on my own
Traded everything I've got just to
Get up on that road i gotta go
Run from the shit that I'm feeling
Higher than the motherfuckin' ceiling
What do you find so appealing?
I'm just a kid that's been dealing
With a lot of problems in his head
And sometimes I just sleep until I
Feel like I am dead
Rather sit inside my room
And reminisce about what you said
I'ma love you 'til the end of it
Can't start over again
Fuck the two hundred-fifty-six miles from
And to your bed
You're alive inside my mind so I'll
Just talk to that instead, yeah
I'm doomed, no, for real, I'm doomed
I've been trapped inside my mind
Smoking, listening to Flume
But I'm hopeful, as my
Postal code is digit's, coming soon
Until then, I'ma kick it on the moon
Faded like a fuckin' goon
Remember feelin' low on luck
But now I'm up and bitches wanna fuck
(yeah, bitches wanna fuck)
And no one used to want to talk
But now they walkin' up to say "Wassup?"
(yeah, they sayin' "Wassup?")
But I just wanna be alone
I just wanna make it on my own
(I'ma make it on my own)
Yeah, yeah, you know how it go
You know how that story gonna go
Remember feelin' low on luck
But now I'm up and bitches wanna fuck
(yeah, bitches wanna fuck)
And no one used to want to talk
But now they walkin' up to say "Wassup?"
(yeah, they walk and say "Wassup?")
But I just wanna be alone
I just wanna make it on my own
(I'ma make it on my own)
Yeah, yeah, you know how it go
You know how that story gonna go
(yeah, you know how it goes, yeah, ayy)