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Brakence Dropout
Brakence Dropout
Now there's too many people that I have done wrong هنالك الكثير من األشخاص الذين أخطأت بحقهم
And that I owe my thanks to for sticking along with me والذين ادين لهم بالشكر لبقائهم معي
Along for me بقائهم معي
(One, two, three, and)
[Verse 1]
Think I'm dreamin' أعتقد أنني أحلم
This isn't real هذا ليس حقيقي
'Cause you leave in a month ألنك ستغادرين بعد شهر
And I'm fiending for something to feel وأنا أبحث عن شيء ألشعر
When you hold me عندما تضميني
Know you know me down to my core اعرفي انك تعرفيني حتى صميمي
This is the calm before the storm هذا الهدوء ما قبل العاصفة
You diverted attention away when I mentioned ذكرت ْ لقد صرفتي االهتمام بعيدا ً عندما
that someone else gon' need you more أن احد آخر سوف يحتاجك بشكل أكبر ّ
[Chorus]
Now there's too many people that I have done wrong
And that I owe my thanks to for sticking along with me
Along with me
(Oh, oh)
(Who are you?)
[Verse 2]
And I fell apart in that bed
What we built isn't me
Won't put it back together again
He didn't answer me
I can't take back what I said
I just look through those messages
I left on read
Oh, and I took you to rosier
'Cause I thought we could cope
We got out on the ocean
I fell out my boat
And you calmed me back down
And you gave me some hope
And I tossed that away for a seratone
[Chorus]
Now there's too many people that I have done wrong
And that I owe my thanks to for sticking along with me
Along with me
(Oh, oh)
[Bridge]
No commitments
I'm going to hell, you're going to heaven
It doesn't negate our holy connection
And next time I fly too close to the sun
I'm not gonna run, this shit was for fun
[Verse 3]
(Fifty, fifty, fifty)
I left home now I'm fucked up
Realized how much I loved you
Whole god damn life, been a suck-up
Now I'm just tryna get my luck up
All the pain went when you kissed me
We were ten toes up, now I'm six feet down
Moved on, you don't need me now
Now I gotta figure me out
Uh! Brakence
No, I gotta figure me out, oh-ooh, yeah, uh
Bitch, I'm up next
Fuckboy ain't a threat
Put a price on my head
Won't sell my soul for a check
That's on God, that's on sound
You won't ever see me 'round
I'll be cookin' up some shit that'll probably get me out this town