Perry Maysun - Two Weeks, Pt.1 lyrics
[Perry Maysun - Two Weeks, Pt.1 lyrics]
Got pink hair, just so you could
See me through the night air
Half across the world but baby
Promise you I’m still here
Mysterious as capsules in my
Pockets causing nightmares
Stuck inside my mind but I
Think inside my mind but I think
I could make a life here
No, don’t, wanna, think no more
Because it fuck me up
Kettle for the day and keep the
Dussé fore’ the sun come up
Reminiscing bout’ the old days when
I was 12 or some
Old days fuck I’m talking bout
Like I ain’t still young
Nuisance, work the register know
You got coupons
But, you can’t save no time up in
This life so we just move on
$30 bottle chеap vacations from my fathers
Crib I fuck her then
Shе walk right out the door
We never speak again
Court side, watch the Knicks on tv
And it feel like it
But, I ain’t cop a ticket for
The game because my pockets drid
See you on the Jumbotron while
You looking back at
Me and, miss when you held on my hand
Joel to your Clem but we can’t
Wake up you sleeping again
Please grab your paper and pen
Write now you love all my sins
Don’t tell me you outta love just
Tell me you hate me instead
Everything remind me of your eyes and
It fill me with dread watch me make a world
Inside this Motherfuckering bedroom
Ima show you what this big dumb ass head
Do, diamond the heart on my hand emotions is
Wrapped in Saran wake up you sleeping again
Wake up you sleeping again
Everything is existential
God do I even exist? Why do I even
Exist? Somebody taking the piss fill a
Cup with vodka and some oj to cope with
My shit, hold on we all gonna live
Promise we all gonna live
Woke up last night it was in my dreams
In a cold swear tryna figure
Out what we gon’ be
Feel a cold Breeze in my room
I left the windows open
I guess I was really hoping you
Would come and help I’m hopeless
You could throw rocks at my window i’ll
Climb down the fire escape tell
You I’m sorry I’m late give you
A kiss on your face
Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry I’m late
Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry I’m late
See me through the night air
Half across the world but baby
Promise you I’m still here
Mysterious as capsules in my
Pockets causing nightmares
Stuck inside my mind but I
Think inside my mind but I think
I could make a life here
No, don’t, wanna, think no more
Because it fuck me up
Kettle for the day and keep the
Dussé fore’ the sun come up
Reminiscing bout’ the old days when
I was 12 or some
Old days fuck I’m talking bout
Like I ain’t still young
Nuisance, work the register know
You got coupons
But, you can’t save no time up in
This life so we just move on
$30 bottle chеap vacations from my fathers
Crib I fuck her then
Shе walk right out the door
We never speak again
Court side, watch the Knicks on tv
And it feel like it
But, I ain’t cop a ticket for
The game because my pockets drid
See you on the Jumbotron while
You looking back at
Me and, miss when you held on my hand
Joel to your Clem but we can’t
Wake up you sleeping again
Please grab your paper and pen
Write now you love all my sins
Don’t tell me you outta love just
Tell me you hate me instead
Everything remind me of your eyes and
It fill me with dread watch me make a world
Inside this Motherfuckering bedroom
Ima show you what this big dumb ass head
Do, diamond the heart on my hand emotions is
Wrapped in Saran wake up you sleeping again
Wake up you sleeping again
Everything is existential
God do I even exist? Why do I even
Exist? Somebody taking the piss fill a
Cup with vodka and some oj to cope with
My shit, hold on we all gonna live
Promise we all gonna live
Woke up last night it was in my dreams
In a cold swear tryna figure
Out what we gon’ be
Feel a cold Breeze in my room
I left the windows open
I guess I was really hoping you
Would come and help I’m hopeless
You could throw rocks at my window i’ll
Climb down the fire escape tell
You I’m sorry I’m late give you
A kiss on your face
Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry I’m late
Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry I’m late