Paroles de la chanson Rug Burn par Wynne
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Paroles de la chanson Rug Burn par Wynne
(It's Azarael, baby)
Uh
I miss you and I can't lie, I think love is for the birds
Were the good times worth it all if all I'm left with is the hurt?
People gon' console you and say, "Look at what you learned"
Try to numb all the emotions but the world's just gotta turn
They say all it takes is time, 'cause before you, I was fine
Hit the gym, pick up a hobby, and go focus on my grind
My Shure mic's the only sure thing, and Chanel No. 9
Uh
I miss you and I can't lie, I think love is for the birds
Were the good times worth it all if all I'm left with is the hurt?
People gon' console you and say, "Look at what you learned"
Try to numb all the emotions but the world's just gotta turn
They say all it takes is time, 'cause before you, I was fine
Hit the gym, pick up a hobby, and go focus on my grind
My Shure mic's the only sure thing, and Chanel No. 9
If I could go back, probably wouldn't let you hit it from behind
Flashbacks hit me like a brick, maybe I should send a text
Sometimes wonder how the fuck you let me turn into your ex
Boys thinking they got next, DMs like the wild West
Tell each other they've been patient, playing checkers, never chess
Think I'm finally on the market, damn, little do they know
PlayStation 6 will drop by the next time I leave the home
And you had me in your palm, huh, why you let me slip?
Wipe those sweaty fingers off, boy, keep that towel on your hip
Flashbacks hit me like a brick, maybe I should send a text
Sometimes wonder how the fuck you let me turn into your ex
Boys thinking they got next, DMs like the wild West
Tell each other they've been patient, playing checkers, never chess
Think I'm finally on the market, damn, little do they know
PlayStation 6 will drop by the next time I leave the home
And you had me in your palm, huh, why you let me slip?
Wipe those sweaty fingers off, boy, keep that towel on your hip
'Cause you got butterfingers, huh?
Girls, don't let him in the end zone
If he says that you're too good for him, just put him in the friendzone
See him as he is, not for his potential
'Cause that shit gon' hit the fan when he can't keep up with your tempo
If he's overconfident, he's been in every box, bento
So don't claim him as your own, he'll be fire as a rental
But once you take a joyride, go return the keys
Don't let that man be reason for that rug burn on your knees
Girl, get up
Why you're on the floor?
Crying? We're not crying anymore
Girl, get up
Why you're on the floor?
Crying? We're not crying anymore
Can't believe I let a man make me feel like this
Let alone one that I could replace pretty damn quick
Like, how I catch these feelings and I can't just let 'em go?
I can't do this shit again, I should just go be a ho
But I'm a lover though, for real, guess it's just no way around it
Men are pretty simple though, and we be acting so dumbfounded
He's not thinking deep about it
We hear their words and count 'em and hang on 'em by a thread
Girl, get up
Why you're on the floor?
Crying? We're not crying anymore
Can't believe I let a man make me feel like this
Let alone one that I could replace pretty damn quick
Like, how I catch these feelings and I can't just let 'em go?
I can't do this shit again, I should just go be a ho
But I'm a lover though, for real, guess it's just no way around it
Men are pretty simple though, and we be acting so dumbfounded
He's not thinking deep about it
We hear their words and count 'em and hang on 'em by a thread
'Cause what he meant's not how it sounded
I don't wanna be on different planets with you, that's a wrap
But he don't wanna go halfway and he won't meet me where I'm at
If I'm the only one who cares, throw the whole damn thing away
How you standing there so quiet when I have so much to say?
'Cause you got butterfingers, huh?
Girls, don't let him in the end zone
If he says that you're too good for him, just put him in the friendzone
See him as he is, not for his potential
'Cause that shit gon' hit the fan when he can't keep up with your tempo
If he's overconfident, he's been in every box, bento
I don't wanna be on different planets with you, that's a wrap
But he don't wanna go halfway and he won't meet me where I'm at
If I'm the only one who cares, throw the whole damn thing away
How you standing there so quiet when I have so much to say?
'Cause you got butterfingers, huh?
Girls, don't let him in the end zone
If he says that you're too good for him, just put him in the friendzone
See him as he is, not for his potential
'Cause that shit gon' hit the fan when he can't keep up with your tempo
If he's overconfident, he's been in every box, bento
So don't claim him as your own, he'll be fire as a rental
But once you take a joyride, go return the keys
Don't let that man be reason for that rug burn on your knees
Girl, get up
Why you're on the floor?
Crying? Nah, we're not crying anymore
Girl, get up (Roll the fucking windows down, bro)
Why you're on the floor?
Crying? (Let's go), we're not crying anymore
Girl, get up
Why you're on the floor?
Crying? Nah, we're not crying anymore
Girl, get up
Why you're on the floor?
Crying? We're not crying anymore
But once you take a joyride, go return the keys
Don't let that man be reason for that rug burn on your knees
Girl, get up
Why you're on the floor?
Crying? Nah, we're not crying anymore
Girl, get up (Roll the fucking windows down, bro)
Why you're on the floor?
Crying? (Let's go), we're not crying anymore
Girl, get up
Why you're on the floor?
Crying? Nah, we're not crying anymore
Girl, get up
Why you're on the floor?
Crying? We're not crying anymore
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