Imagineigrewupwithyouonlongisland Songtext
von Cold Hart
Imagineigrewupwithyouonlongisland Songtext
Oh, oh, oh, oh
On this next road, don′t go too slow
Just hold on tight, and pray we don't die (fuck)
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 (Jamie)
Now I′m typing on my keyboard (oh), 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 world 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 (Jamie)
Now I′m typing on my keyboard (oh), 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 (fuck)
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 (Jamie)
Now I′m typing on my keyboard (oh), 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 world 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 (Jamie)
Now I′m typing on my keyboard (oh), 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
Writer(s): Michael Blackburn, Jerick Quilisadio, Lucas Marsh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com