White

Luscious blonded haired chick staring Right at me i think that she aware that I've been feeling unhappy I'll give you my soul but Don't think it'd be attractive And honestly you blowing me Away with the patterns Winters in LA, summer time in Manhattan I find myself asking if I'm really that happy Should I pack the bags up And start being average? You give them your soul and they Go put it in trash cans We did too much acid that day back in Staten Now every time my back bend I feel the reaction i find myself laughing Knowing they read me backwards Pax while I'm driving to where The gate need a password My rich girl another beautiful disaster She said she only chill With musicians and actors Can tell by every Instagram Photo she asks for and how she blow a pill Anytime she needs laughter She called me a bastard Like I ain't supposed to know she sad I'm only entertainment What the fuck I know bout that? Said a killer freeze, never gonna kill again Tell you I love you and I never wanna chill again Still got the illest pen Never get comfortable Never thought my hatred could Make something so lovable But as I sip a couple couple More to cleanse my sins Realized I'm as lonely as I've ever been Where do I go? I got no moves left Every direction seems so strange (yeah, what was the beginning part again?) --- White - Felly